Me dhire dhire bhabhi ke paas pahocha ush ke kan me julte jumke ush ke upar wo sir ke ball me ghusha ke rakhati hai wo ser or gale me pure daimond cha...kta hua har ush ke done hath me adhe tak chudiya.mene ush ko kandhe se pakad kar kaha bhabhi aap bahot bahot sunder lag rahe ho.ush ne thanks kaha mene sapane bhi nahi chocha tha ki muje inam me itani achhi svarg log ki pari milegi.ush ka pura tan badan aap ni full pink color ki saree me cham ki raha tha agar 1 bar bhagvan ne bhi ushe dekh liya. My figure wasn't a perfect a ten, but I did cause a few poor boys wet dreams.At the start of my junior year something happened that took me a while to convince people I was telling the truth. A new girl joined the student body at my high school. Stella wasn't part of my crowd, so I really didn't know her, but I heard a lot more than I needed to know. The word was, she like sleeping with any boy that paid even a little attention to her. She was a girl you wouldn't even think about bringing her. Then I can feel her hands on my ass as it moves in a fucking motion into her lesbian lover. “That is such a turn on for me, a new sexual experience,” Cindy is moaning as I feel her dragging her fingernails across my ass cheeks, then digging her nails into my ass cheeks, softly at first, then harder and harder. I like it.Then Cindy and Zondra are furiously tongue kissing as I increase the tempo of my fucking. I have two hands on the wall bracing myself as I vary the tempo of my fucking. Slow,. She turned around.There she stood. Guessing what was likely to happen next, but hoping against hope she was wrong.?I’m waiting.??Waiting for what???You know perfectly well what.??Not here, please not here. Not in the open. What about the gardener???You want me to call the gardener over???No. No. What if he sees???Where is he???I don’t know.?I’ve had enough of this. If those jeans are not around your ankles by the time I count to ten, this conversation finishes.?But, but, the gardener.??You are.