Then, he was 19 and brokenhearted. She was the one he called. She didn’t know what to say but her silence on the other end of the phone was reassura...ce enough. Then, they were twenty-somethings, falling in love with the only person who knew them better than they knew themselves. Then, they were kissing. Their lips came together passionately. His hand caressed the back of her head as her lips quivered against his. His tongue searched her mouth and hers pushed back against his, matching his. Wo successful hui.Kuch nahi kar pati.Toh bua chale us murti ke paas.Aur ye sab wahan se chale gaye.Bua jake us sharp stone ko chut me ghusa ke toda toh nahi hua.Bahut ki par nahi hua.Uske baad bua us murti ko seduce karte hue sexy ur sexy mein us stone bahut ander le gayi.Ur jor se beth gayi toh tut gayi.Toh bua aayi.Ab bua ke chut se job boh stone nikala.Toh sab heran ho gaye.Boh stone bada tha.Us ladki ne bua se kaha-ki tum sab rani o se bada lund layi hoo.Yani tum bahut saal tak I kabile ka. "Are you OK, do you want me stop?" "Stop? Oh no please don't it feels so relaxing." She breathed. My forefinger and index finger slid down along each side of her sweet, little Yoni before gently closing Yoni lips together squeezing her pussy lips between them. With the palm of my hand firmly on her Venus mound I ran my index finger down along the slit of her soaked pussy, then using both fingers again I probed for her inner labia, spreading them outwards as her cute little clit seemed to jump. ”“Shit! I wish I’d met you before I married! By the way, the baby factory has been closed off so don’t be concerned.”I changed the subject to our marital histories. Mine was pretty simple compared to hers. She started by saying that few guys even cared so she was glad for an empathetic ear.She’d married at sixteen to the most likely father of the girl she was carrying. That had lasted only a few years and she was a single mom for a few more until the same thing happened to give her a son. That.