During all this time we were just friends, really buddies. To be honest, I don’t have many, guys or girls, so her friendship meant a lot to me and I...had a lot of fun around her. It started innocently enough. It was just after Thanksgiving and Cathy and I were texting back and forth about this and that. She mentioned how moist her turkey had been. ‘One of the best I’ve ever cooked,’ she typed. ‘Moist is always better,’ I replied. ‘I can’t eat it if it’s not moist.’ We’d never even traded. .” I swallowed. “You and Mother know what to do.”“Kurtis,” Lasla said.“I’ll be fine,” I said, my heart pounding a mile a minute. I raised my left hand—willing to risk it over my right hand—and stopped right before the hole. I just had to reach in. It would be easy. “Trust me.”“Kurtis,” she groaned. “You don’t know that.”“What’s our alternative? We can’t climb out.”Lasla arched an eyebrow at me and her eyes darted to our mother.I shook my head ever so slightly. I knew right now that Empress. My fears were unfounded as Paula turned to me and said, get rid of that pants while starting to undo her blouse and slipping her skirt up to ride around her waist. In one graceful movement, she swung her leg over and straddled me as she would one of her thoroughbred horses. Positioning my cock between her pussy lips, she rubbed herself along my growing member while arching back and pushing her lower body forward. Her firm breasts were just the right size and as perky, as it must have been when. Kamya : Chod mane…. chod. Taro lodo kadak thai gayo che pan lodo sukko che. Cream lagavi padse. Mari bhos todi bhini che.Me : Tu mara loda par cream lagavi aap,mari Rani.Kamya : Barabar lagavi cream. Thodi mari bhos ma pan lagavi dav.Me : huuuu ……. tari upar avi ne chodu tane. Pag pohada kar and maro lod tari bhose na kanna ma muk.Kamya : huuu …. Dhire thi nakhje ane pachi jor thi chodje.Me : java dav chu lod tari bhos ma…… ahhh bol maza ave che…..Kamya : javade vadhare bhose me. ahhh javade.