Kyu ki naresh ka lund mere muh me tha.mene naresh ke ladn ko kata to narehs ne muje or chatte mare me mar ki wajah se kamjor ho gai par naresh bole ra...ul ghusa de shali ki gaand me muje kat ti hai.bas rahul ne bina kuchh soche meri gand me thana than 3 thake mare to unka pura land meri gand me ghus gaya meri to sas lene me pareshani ho rahi thi me behosh si ho rahi thi. Muje bahot hi badiya dard ho raha tha meri aasu rukne ka nam hi nahi le rahe the.me to mano mar hi gai hu yesha lag raha. Aysa badda ghar tha. Mughe banglow bolna nahi accha lagta hai is lye mai ghar hi boltahu. Maa jaise hi andar aai to boli. Who niche bhigi thi Khali upar ka part chate ki waza se sukha tha. Our boli, Darwaje-khidki band kar nahi to pani our macchar aayege! Tub maine fata-fat sub band kar dala. Our kya batau Bijlichali gai. Lakin Dippu ne candle bhi lagakerakhe the, wo mughe malum tha. Ab Khali Maa hi bol rahi thi. Chal! Candle le our upar chal, our ek kamm kar ye saa re light off kar ke rakh ab. Needless to say, I was somewhat frustrated by all the teasing.“I am my own woman,” rang in my ears.I avoided Tiffany and she avoided me for the rest of the day. The next day was an adventuresome one.Once again, I was held hostage to my lascivious thoughts as I watched Tiffany and Jamie laying out in the back yard in their tiny bikinis. They both flipped over, sans tops and playfully rubbed baby oil over their breasts. They were purposefully facing the house and they knew, I am sure, I was. She came out wearing a new leather skirt. It was knee length, sexy yet sophisticated. She had on a shimmering satin top. Tight around her breasts, but covered well with a business sport coat. Her heels were well shined without being stripper height. She left for work. She received her next text, ‘this needs to be inside the backside’. In her work bag I had placed a new jeweled glass anal plug. Just to be an ass I bought the widest one they had. I didn’t give her a time frame. She didn’t know if.