Sali randi kutia …. Sali haram ki jani sali vaishya ….aaaahhh..aaaahhh… Chod mujhe apni randi bana le ….. Mai teri gulamikarungi…..aaahhhh�...aaahhhh chodo mujhe bada maja aa raha hai ….. Apni kutia bana lo…..mera sara sharer kadake ki sardi me pasine pasine ho raha tha aur bahar jabardast barish ho rahi thi …. Aur maine uska palang pakad rakhha tha uske dhakko me ye bhul gai thi ki mai kahan hoon tabhi meri chut me ufaan chadne laga jo har dhakke per lagataar badta ja raha tha aur fir wo ufaan. Not on mine. I was there for fun. I next went into what is known as the ‘wet area.’ Showers, spa, steam room and sauna. After a quick shower, prominently washing and stroking my cock for anyone who cared to see, and a couple of older guys did, I went into the sauna. I like saunas. There was a TV screen showing gay porn. I was more interested in real, naked men. After a few minutes in there I went up to the next level. This was more like it. A dark area where one’s towel had to be surrendered at. Mala sensed the change. She dug her tongue deeper into his mouth and gyrated her chest on his. This had a wild effect on Ravi; he suddenly held her in a vice like grip, shuddered and came. He had held his mother so tightly that she had difficulty in breathing and when everything subsided, Mala got up, and leaving Ravi in the car went for a stroll.Ravi was ashamed by his deed. He did not know how the words 'I am aroused' came out of his mouth. He felt bad. He got up and as he saw his mother. The cool evening spring air had an immediate effect under my short dress and a similar effect on my nipples, now hardening to the drop in temperature.Being there in the darkness, I heard some footsteps behind me.“Excuse me”... was all that stranger man whispered in my ear…As I turned to face him, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into a darker alley. I was so taken aback that I never even shouted or just attempted a single scream for help...My face was up against the brick wall, and I could.