Fir main wait krne laga gate k paas niche nisha k phone p bat krne ki awaaz a rhi thi. Jaldi aao aarif ab kitna wait kraoge. Five minutes after bell b...ji m jaldi se sidiyon m aaya or chup k dekha to hairaan rh gya aarif or bhabhi gale mil rhe the .Fir aarif ne kaha aaj to kayamat lag rhi ho. Arif ne boobs pkde to vo usse dhakka deke haste hue bhaag gyi room m i was shocked ki ye vahi pativrata bhabhi h. Fir m room ki khidki k paas phuncha room band hone k baad maine dekha aarif ne bhabhi ko. .. and each evening they had sheep fries for supper. On the fourth night the farmer came in to the house for supper. He asked his wife where the farm hand was and she replied “It’s the strangest thing! When he came in and asked what was for supper, I told him French Fries and he ran like hell!”Little Johnny was caught swearing by his teacher. “Johnny” she said “you shouldn’t use that kind of language. Where did you hear such talk, anyway?” “My daddy said it” he responded proudly. “Well, that. She said that her brother’s Kunna was not at all like ‘moongphali’. It was like a banana – erect and hard. Her ‘Chooth’ (cunt) was hairy and he was playing with it with his fingers. That day, at the first opportunity, Kunthi showed me what he was doing with his fingers. I enjoyed it a lot. Both of us experienced ourselves that in that process our cunts had become wet. Now it became our favourite past time. One day, accidentally her finger slipped inside my cunt. As both of us were very excited,. ..ohhhhhh, ahhhhmmmmmmmm..."My mouth encased her dripping flower, wringing the elixir of her arousal from her trembling vagina like milk from my mother's breast."Ohhhh! Ohhhhh! Don't stop! Don't stop!" She implored, beside herself with reverie. Her face seemed to twist now as she rocked back and forth on the tree, her legs fluttering on either side of my face as she filled my mouth with the most robust of flavors. I licked lavishly, devouring her like a country supper."Yess, yessssss...." Her.