“neha, thank you. Have dukde chhe ?”“na” hu-n dhire thi boli. Emano lund haji naram padyo na hato ane emane bahaar kaadhyo na hato. Mane em ne...em j unchaki jamin par lidhi ane pote maari jaangh vachche aavi gaya.“jara pan dukhe to mane kaheje,” kahi emane lund paachho kenchyo ane dhiri gati e dhakka deva maandya. Mane dukhava ne badale maja aavati hati etale me-n maara haath emani gardan farata vintaalya ane pag kamar farate vintaalya. Ek naano takiyo lai emane maara thaapa niche mukyo jethi. The bedroom was a mess it was obviously still being worked on the plaster was peeling and everything was covered with a drop cloth but the light from the living room filtered in enough to make out the large king size mattress on the floor. He put me on the bed and lowered his body on top of mine and we began to kiss deeply out tongues playing a dance of lust and horniness that implied our long time of desire for each other. It didn’t take long and soon we were both naked his chest hairs. So I wanted to make sure she was properly chastened. And then the idea hit me. As my balls contracted and my seed coursed into her open, willing mouth, I came up with the answer. If being a slut was what she wanted, I would make her my slut! With Sarah still under threat of being kicked out onto the streets and left to her own devices for her indiscretion, I knew it wouldn't be difficult to get her to agree to my idea. I had planned her humiliation well. As she knelt there at my feet, naked and. Powers. God your big fat breast feel great wrapped around my cock. Does your husband fuck these amazing breast? I would fuck them every day. God your making me want to blast a big load on your face." I moaned. She looked startled as I kept fucking her big fat breast. She was now moaning. "My husband does not like my breast. He can't be near them. He makes me wear my fat clothes, as he calls them, to cover them up." she moaned. "Drop your hand down to your pussy baby. That it. Try!!.