Raat mein ya to pati chori se patani ki charpayi par aa jata hey varana koyi aur jagah doond kar milan hota hey. auraton ke liye alag va mardon ke liy... alag sone ki jagah hoti hey. Isi chori chhupe milane ke kaaran hi yeh ghatana ghati jo meine apani aankhon se dekhi ke kaise chhote bhai ne apani badi behan ko choda.Meri badi nanand ki shadi ko char saal ho chuke thei lekin uska koyee bacha nahin huya tha. Hamarey gaon ke nikat eik mandir ki badi manayata thi ke vanhan jo bhi mannat maangata. With my help it was discarded on the floor in a matter of moments and she was left in an adorable frilly green bra and green and white striped panties that were easily a size too small. She looked so pretty that I just had to kiss her. She seemed startled at first, but melted into it as I maneuvered her down to the pillows. It was a relatively chaste kiss. Closed lips, no tongues or slobber, just what I hoped was a gentle show of love and respect for who she was. Eventually I broke. It took nearly five minutes to bring Jose to his third orgasm, and during her breathless ride Paula paused, shuddering and moaning, for three more of her own. Then she felt his big cock throbbing a warning and speeded up the already rapid tempo."I'm going to miss you, Jose," she said in English, knowing he wouldn't understand. "Jesus... how I'm going to miss you!"A final weak orgasm swept over her as his prick jerked delightfully in the depths of her sweat-soaked belly. She fell forward, glued. He glanced around; there was no-one else about. His cock buzzed as he saw that this woman would have it no other way; what the hell, no-one else wold know. She picked up the garments he’d nodded approval to and ushered him forward.“Let’s go to the cubicles now.” He watched her large but firm arse wiggle in the tight black skirt; her legs and heels not helping him disguise his now full erection. She passed articles to him before he drew the curtain and stepped away, so as to make him think.