She called me again and again, and also sent me sms again and again, with blaming words about my irresponsibility on our baby. But I didn't believe in...her getting pregnancy. Whoever believe in prosty's words, who only met once or twice a month and never contacted other than meeting for getting money? Yo said me she loved me. But when I sent her just for love mail like loving couples did, she ignored it. So I ignored all of her calling and sms. Well, there is a bulletin board on which. “Becca Brittany!” Keily spluttered as she crawled out of the river, her auburn hair plastered about her young face. “Stop fucking her.”“I can't!” I moaned. “I want her to cum in me. My pussy craves it.”“Darn it, B!” shouted Keily. “You made us too horny!”“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped in agreement, squeezing the Arab woman's tits again. My pussy worked faster and faster on her cock. I wanted to cum so badly. I wanted to feel that jizz spurt into my cunt. It would be so hot. So thick.She would feel. I was looking at her and sipping my lemonade as she has instigated a sense of flurry in my lazy mind which till sometime just wanted to rest but now wants a great body like hers to feast on and sublime the heat in me. What in the whole process I did not see was my bhabhi looking at me from her room which was pool facing and she was smiling. As I sipped another portion of my lemonade I saw her looking at me and smiling. I was too embarrassed and felt shy like a small kid. I left from there in 2. So I dropped to my knees and took his cock into my mouth. This was great! No words were exchanged but he pumped my face for a while and then silently held onto my head and started breathing heavily as I tasted his warm cum filling my mouth. Then as I was leaving this other guy in a pickup truck started following me and he got on the side of me once I was back on the Highway. So I looked in his window while trying to keep my eyes on the road and he pushed himself up in his seat and showed.