Hi friends mera naam ronak patel hai or me 19salka hu aur me iss ka bhot hi bada fan hu. Aaj me aap ke saath apani ek sachi kahani share karna chata h... jo aaj se 5sal pahele mere sath ghati thi. Baat un dino ki hai jab mai apane mama ke ghar me rahata tha mere mama ahmedabad me rahate hai unke ghar me mama aur mami do hi log rahate hai unki shadi ko 8sal ho chuke the magar unke yehan koi bacha nahi tha aur mai apne parivar ke sath ahmedabad ke karib ek gaon me rahate the waha padhai ke liye koi. As her hand clasped the thick and warm shaft, she hefted it. She also weighed his balls in the other hand, and they too, had a very discernible feeling of mass---quite different from the flimsy thing her husband had; and she had desperately, desperately(!) wanted that deep, deep inside of her pussy!She'd been treated so very different than she'd been treated by her husband earlier that night! She'd surprised herself by how passionately she'd thrown herself at this neighbor man. Not once in the. “Who owns the hardware shop across the road?” He continued to smile and seemed to enjoy the effect he was having on her, seemed to be fully aware of what he had evinced in her. “It’s closed.” That wasn’t an answer she knew, but rational thought was not high on her list at the moment, he was talking to her and she liked that, very much. “I can see it is closed, but who owns it?” His smile deepened, creasing his crow footed eyes a little more. “Mr Lincombe I think, but he died a few months. Sentimental as she was, Beth had great affection for her beasts. However, she brooked no disobedience. Big Boy, spirited as ever, took one more rebellious half-step. An experienced rider, Beth raised and lowered her heels, dragging her spurs over the bare skin of his flanks. The discomfort of the spurs – a single scant degree shy of pain - quickly brought him back under control. ?Easy, easy, boy!? she said to calm him and just let him feel the smooth, cold metal to remind him who was.