One finger slides in easily, but my quick gasp is involuntary. His free hand runs along my clit as I bury my face in the pillow to hide my reaction."O... your hands and knees," he says. I do as he has asked, trying to hold still as he spreads more lube around my asshole, working a finger in and out. He pushes my knees farther apart and presses my head down. I try not to think about how I must look, completely in his control, my ass in the air.He takes his finger out of me. Grasping my hips. He watched her. Gulping at everything he saw. How beautiful and sensual she looks. Stripping off her shirt, she turns around and unbuttons her jeans. She pushes them down painfully slow, making him groan as his watched. Hearing him, she knew he was hard and ready. Feeling a little more fun and courageous, she started to tease him some more. Sticking out her ass as she stripped her pants down, she looks over her shoulder to give him a sultry look. She turns around and let's her jeans drop.. In America, no politician will even touch the subject. They’re all gibbering wimps when the feminists are in town. In Britain, men respect women but we don’t bow to them as we would before God Himself. A woman isn’t a god. She isn’t a superhuman. She eats, drinks, pisses, shits, sleeps, farts, burps and eventually dies, just like a man. Someone should tell the psychologically and spiritually gelded human males of America this fundamental truth about the state of the affairs between the sexes.. R: Kya aap mujhe chodoge? Mujhse ab raha nai jaa raha hai. Mujhe aapka lund chahiye abhi ke abhi.S: Par tumhari sister ko kya bataunga?R: Unko batane ki kya jaroorat hai. Ye sirf hamare bich me hi rahega.Maine thoda soch ke fir kahaS: Theek hai tum kaheti ho to nahi bataunga.Fir hum log Ruchi ke kamre mein chale gaye aur ander jaate hi main uske lips pe toot pada. Aur apne dono hatho se main uske boobs aur gaand dabane laga.Uske boobs dabane mein bada maza aa raha tha. Ruchi ke boobs Juhi ke.