“Greg! Greg, stop that! I’m trying to talk to you! I – oooh!” Her protests were cut off when his fingers found a nipple and tweaked it through...her bra. Taking full advantage of her momentary distraction, he tried to one-handedly pull the sweater over her head. Almost in spite of herself Stacy helped him, then unclasped her bra and sent that falling to the floor as well. Now lying back on the bed with her small breasts fully exposed, she smiled up at him nervously. “Please take off the. Let’s come to the story. Are you readyyy?? So here goes. Our heroine is swapna a mallu lady of aged 34 having 2 kids. Her hubby is in army(who visits the house when gets leave). This encounter happened last week on a rainy midnight I had gone to drop my friend & I was returning back to my flat, while coming it started to rain badly, thank god I have taken my jurken, after some time I stopped cause it was raining heavilyWas standing in front of an atm counter, and I took my phone and saw swapna. She was an expert cock sucker and her pussy could really take the pounding the savages were laying on her. He walked over to her handler and said, ‘How Much?’ He quipped, ‘You paid to get in, that’s good.’ ‘Well, I’d like to take her home tonight’ ‘How many nights are you looking’ ‘Until I’m done with her’ ‘Like 3 or 4 nights?’ ‘I said until, I’m fucking done with her’, His tone changed as he grew leary of his lack of understanding. ‘Look, douche bag. Your girl is now my girl. I like what I. As I listened to Freds end of the conversation it was pretty obvious that Wendy was happy with the revised plan. When he finished he told me that Wendy would ring Veronica and get back to us. Five minutes later my phone rang again. Yes, Wendy? Thats great. Well be home soon. … Bye. Fred reached over and ran his hand up my left thigh under my skirt. (In Australia we drive on the left side of the road.) Sally, how come youre not wearing panties? I call it my slut uniform. No panties, no bra. That.