Liza u r mine .I love u baby .I want ur chut .Please baby . and 1 hi second me meri panty niche kr di . Me bhaag k bedroom me chali gayi .Par wo bhi p...chhe aaye or mujhe bed pe patak dia or jor se mujhpe hawi ho gaye .Mujhpe chadh gaye and ek hi pal me meri saree badan se alag kr di .Me chikh rahi thi or chillayi tbhi unhone mera blouse nikala samne se .Jo meri 38inch bra k upper se nipple ko mu me le k bite krne lage .Or phir mere dono hatho ko pakad k meri chut me usne tongue daal di or phir. I rang the bell and my jijju opened the door. “Hey Man, nice to see you. You are going to be Mammu (maternal uncle) for my child, do you know?” I smiled awkwardly at my jijju when Pooja didi entered the room. She wore a very short nickers and a cotton Tshirt which was very thin. The way my sister’s tits were bouncing, I was sure she wore no bra. Oh God, Pooja had become even more sexy since her marriage. Her juicy ass swayed as she came into my room and hugged me in front of her husband. I was. ” By the time she finished saying this, she was already on my side of the table. I pushed my chair back and turned towards her. She lowered her face to my face and touched my forehead with hers. I was about to object and stop her, when she took advantage of my open mouth and kissed me. The kiss was hot, desperate and wet. Her tongue was exploring my mouth. She took my lower lip and gave me a small bite. At this point I could not take it any longer. I stood up, ending our kiss, took her in my. “You’re doing that wrong,” Sara told me. “You need to keep your back flat and hold your knee for 10 seconds, like this.” She got down on the table and showed me the correct way to stretch.“Bingo,” I thought to myself. Her scrubs had ridden down just far enough to confirm my suspicions. It was a thong. Pink, lined with lace. But this time she caught me staring. Knowing I had been caught, I just looked up and gave a little smirk. To my surprise, she didn’t seem angry. She just gave me a cute.