Mein ander gya or underwear or bnyan mein hi wapis aa gya. Wo ek dum sharma gyi or boli ki sir apne toh kuch pehna hi nhi or boli ki waise sir ek baat...bolun, Apki body bahut achi hai. Mein hasne laga or bola ki thanks trupti.Wo itni beautiful lag rhi thi ki mera underwear phtne wala tha Ander se lund ek dum tna hua tha rocket ki tra. Wo sharma rhi thi dekhkar, Fir maine bola ki trupti tumhara bf hai koi? Wo boli nhi. Maine turant hi uski gaal pe kiss kiya or bola ki mein tumhe kaisa lga? Boli. He didn’t even have money enough to buy gas for his car, food for his family, or pay the mortgage to keep a roof over their heads. Trying to stay positive and hopeful, he didn’t know it, but he was doomed. Knowing the day was coming, knowing he was going to be put out of work again, Walter and Elaine tightened their belts. They stopped their spending. No more movies, takeout food, and vacations. Elaine was good about it. She even stopped having her hair done and the kids stopped taking dance. This guy was driving me wild,squeezing my ass, kissing me, he started to move up my body with his other hand to rub my small tits thru my lacy bra. I thought I was gonna explode right there. I had sense to realize if this went any further he would discover my secret and maybe beat the shit out of me. I came to the conclussion I had to distract him. I ran my own hands down to the front of his pants and started rubbing his hard cock thru his pants, slowly unbuttoning them before he stopped. Her sphincter closed around my hypersensitive shaft. Pushing deeper, I could feel the tight little ring of muscle and her texture of her vagina.“Oh, Beth.”I had forgotten how good a nulliparous woman could feel. It had been years. With my full length inside her, she felt warm and really tight. Beth looked at me and I gently brushed a few stray hairs from her face. She held my gaze as I eased out an inch or two, then gave her five or six shallow strokes followed by a full penetration. I paused a.