Tab bhabhi sabji kharidne ke liye market ayi thi. Main bhi unhe hi krne unke sath market me unke sath sath ghum raha tha. Market me bhid bahut rahti h...i. Unke karn me unko sat sat ke chal raha tha. Wo bhi maje le rahi thi.Kabhi mein apni koni se unke boobs cho leta to kabhi gand pe hath maar deta tha. To usdin mein unke bag leke unke ghar tak aya. Aur badme ghr jane ke bad thoda batchid ke baat we exchange our contact number. To maine unko dusre din msg kiya. To unhnone muze block kiya. So I. Instead I thought the idea should come from Alkena.“So ... what now?” I asked“I don’t know” I could tell she was lying. This was almost as useful as skill as being able to fuck loads of times.“20 questions?”“What is that?”“I have 20 questions to ask and you must answer yes or no to each. If I can guess in 20 questions what you want to do next then we do it and then do whatever I want. If I fail then we just do what you want” Of course, she might never come clean, but I thought it would be. " But the men like me and don't think I'm too young. They come over every few weeks or so I think.My mom has really, really big tits and I think the men come over to play with her because they say they like big tits. And I hear them tell her that they like her big tits. And they like to tickle and play with the rest of her body too. She acts all scared and breathes real funny like she's been working hard and so do the men. And so do I. They lift her tits and squeeze them and sometimes they. Brows arched, she begs with dark eyes: please, another breath! Just one more! You shake your head. No. One respite is all she gets. Now you're ready. The seconds tick by, each one an eternity of ecstasy. The two of you are alone in your silent aquatic world, tender lovers untroubled by the conceit of consent. You feel the pressure build within her, in her lungs, in her belly. She needs so badly to breathe, but she can't. And it hurts. With each passing moment, it hurts more. The.