Aur raat ka intazaar kerne laga.Allah Allah ker ke raat ke 9 baje to main ne aunty ko bari himat ker ke call kee main boht dara howa tha ! ke kahin ap...e shohr ko na bata dain ya galian hee na nikalne shro ker dain.laikin aisa hona mere naseeb main nahin tha.Aunty ne pehly try per to nahin uthaya main ne phir himat kee laikin bekaar gaya.khair main himmat nahin harna chahta tha Allah ka naam le ker aik baar phir koshish kee kamyaab to main ho gaya tha aur call bhi aunty ne hee attend kee laikin. Gloria was sort of a princess to them and they listened to her stories of the men that frequented the club like it was all gospel truth. I had to smile at that because I knew my Gloria to be a bit of an actress in such matters and she would often turn a story on a dime just to suit her emotions at the time.Those girls were a handful for their poor parents and it was a good thing that condoms were affordable now because they sure went through an awful lot of them on a Saturday night. I was sort. I had no extra bulb and advised her to ask the women of other rooms if they have a spare one. The doors of the three adjacent rooms were closed but the light inside all those rooms were on. As the doors were cheap in nature there were sufficient gap in the door to see the inside objects of the house. Nisha bhaby went to the veranda and tried to look into the side rooms through the cut on the door. After looking for sometime into the first room she moved to the second room and then to the third. His stiff cock pushed once more against my arse, which had closed a little in the few seconds we'd changed positions, forcing it inside steadily. I moaned as it slid through my slightly soar anus, the pressure on my prostate quite delicious, until I felt the front of his thighs touching my buttocks. He pulled almost the whole way out, leaving the head in for my muscles to twitch tight around, then thrust back in, getting into a steady rhythm, pulling me back towards him, my softened but still.