Maine bola “Haan haan.. 4 bed sheets le loonga.. Tumhare paas double deb wali toh hongi na?”Is baar maine socha ke pehle mai iske maje leta hoon.....Aur direct point pe nahi aaunga..Q ke mai dekhna chata tha.. Ke yeh bedsheets bechne ki majboori me wapis aaya hai ya meri gand firse dekhne ki lalach me.. !!Woh bola “Haan.. Doubel bed ki toh hai.. Par har bed ka size alag alag hota hai.. Aap ek baar bicha ke dekh lijiye”Aisa kehte hue woh apni potli firse kholne laga..Maine kahan “Tum bedsheet. Malcolm’s soapy entry was less comfortable than Robin had hope for, but the discomfort was meaningless to him.After fully entering his son’s arse, Malcolm held still for a short while.“Are you okay, boy?” Malcolm whispered.“Yes… I’ve been dreaming about you fucking me,” Robin confessed.To Robin’s delight, Malcolm’s hips sprang to life.As Malcolm speared into Robin’s backside, the ache quickly dissipated and got overtaken by a blissful stimulation. Malcolm appeared to be in no hurry as he. As she came to her feet, though, her panties stayed, miraculously, on the floor. She bent over backwards, holding herself long enough for the house to get a good, long look at her landing strip. Then she balanced on the hands, her legs spread wide, long enough for everyone to see the pink pucker of her pussy. Her grand finale, was when she strode to the center front of the stage, and announced, "In case you didn't recognize the music, it was "Waltz of the Flowers," by Pioitr Tchaikowski. Thank. "Don't worry Sophie, You were concussed but no permanent damagedone. But you need to lie still to let your wounds heal. Your chestand side were sliced open. Lucky not to have been worse. Your titssaved you. But we need to ensure that there are no scars. Grace deMessembry was adamant. More than my life, let alone job, is worth,so you have to ...." My tits? My tits saved me ...." Yes. Thank God for boobs! What would we girls do without them!"Dr. Waters gave a rather surprisingly girlish.