” “Kya hai tumhari tammana?”- Bhabhi ke chehre par ek katil haseena wali muskurahat thi. “Apki Gand marni hai, sach bhabhi itni khubsurat jawa..., madmast, bhari- phuli hui sanche me dhali Gand, maine aj tak nahin dekhi. Itni masal hai tumhari Gand, gori gori Gand ke darshan karva do Bhabhi, tumhari khubsurati ki kasam zindagi bhar tumhara gulam rahunga,” yeh keh mai unke towel se lipat gaya, aur unko apni bahon me utha liya. Bhabhi ko bahon me bhar, god me uthane se unka towel nikal kar zameen. I helped get her undressed and into bed while she started to berate me a little. In no time at all, she passed out cold. I went back out to the living room, but the party was over at that point. My cousin and his wife headed to bed, my brother crashed out on the couch, and I went back to our now darkened bedroom. I was pissed off about the way the evening ended, and I was horny as hell because I had been anticipating a night of drunken debauchery to celebrate the start of another year. His fingers slipped in and out with ease. He wiped them on my backside. Mike lightly slapped my ass in approval. He grabbed his cock and rubbed it up and down on my oozing hole. He mounted me and I let out a loud moan. Mike felt so huge and good. I knew it would but when it happened, I forgot my place. Mike shssh'd me as he stood behind me with his pole in my hole. I couldn't control myself with the burps and farts with the long strokes Mike was taking into me. I tried to stop with the heavy. This was not due to a lack of body confidence. Dr. Anderson had a tall limber frame fron years of long hikes to archeological dig sites, and her b-cup breasts and ass were the better for it, but that was for herself and the occasional boyfriend she managed to avoid pushing away for a few weeks to see, not her staff. She currently was standing over a map of her dig site, reviewing what she knew so far, her long brown hair tied back in a messy bun, to keep it out of her face.Her research had lead.