Very good..keep doingggggg…dhaval..mere santaron ko na bhoolo…inhe tumhare haathon ki sakht zaroorat hai”bhabhi.ahh.aapki choot maarne mein bahu... mazaa aa raha hai”aaa…hhhh..dhaval.bachhe.apni bhabhi kae santaron se milk-shake toh piyo”phir mai dhakke dene ke saath saath bhabhi ke nipples ko moonh mein lekar choosta raha.aaaeee.dhaval..aur tez..tez tez dhakka maro..aaj acchi tarah le lo meri…speed badaao”maine tez tez dhakke marne shuru kar diye. Kareeb 15 minute badaaa.ohh.dhaval….tez…mai aane. She could hear Kathleen swallowing, never stopping the exploration of her bottom. Finally the flow began to reduce to a trickle, then a few last drops. At least she felt better, no longer like she was about to explode. She was still so excited though she decided to try risking something raunchier. Instead of standing up, she lowered herself down onto Kathleen's face. She felt a tongue begin to slide up inside her, it felt exquisite, silky smooth, tasting her, licking inside her, a nose brushing. She was in a class of her own when it came to sexual positions. We met when I came by her office to check the company's books. I was an accountant for an independent firm. Helen was a sexy woman back then. She still looks pretty good today but like all of us we start showing our age.It was our third date when we finally had sex. We went out to dinner and ended up at her apartment where we teased each other for a while and then had sex. She didn't think twice about going down on me. I was. I'm 5'7 with black curly hair that comes about to my shoulders. I have blue-gray eyes framed by thick black lashes, which I am complimented on almost every day. My skin is a fair ivory color, thanks to Irish and German ancestry. I am also of Latin decent and have a good number of curves - some in the right places, some not. I wouldn't say I'm an unattractive young lady, as I get hit on enough at work that I have to wear a fake wedding band. I was working by myself one autumn evening, about to.