Maine is tarah uske jism se kareeb ek ghante khela aur phir arsi ne pucha me kiski tarah lagti hu, to maine jawab diya ameesha patel jaisi ,to wo boli...tum mujhe ameesha kaha karo, aaj se mera yahi nam hai, to maine kaha nahi mujhe to madhubala acha lagta hai me tumhe madhu kah kar bulaunga.Is tarah rat ke kareeb 1.30 ho gaye, tabhi zooni ki awaz ayi arre iski chudai to karo , aur maine dekha woh apni teeno bahno ke sath roshandan se drkh rahi thi , maine use danta to madhu boli dekhne do inse. I ran to the bathroom as well as I possibly could. After relieving myself, I undressed from the stale clothes and slid intoa tub of warm scented suds. It took me nearly an hour before I felt somewhatlike my old self. I looked down at my pretty breasts, the ones Susan had made me grow. Iliked them. They always seemed so super sensitive. A lot of times, the satinliner in bra cups would make the nipples painfully hard. I felt sorry for myself. That is the way it always is, for someone. The back door was closed so I eased her short skirt up and looked at her panties, a small triangular patch, she was wearing a thong, something with her short dress and stockings, would bare her ass to anyone looking, as the chord would ride between her cheeks making it look as though she was without underwear.Then, without warning, I reached up and pulled her thong down and took it off, and put it in my pocket, and as I stared at her provocative nudity, her bald pubis, framed by her black. I was not really sure what to do. So I figured I would at least fill up the car. I put the nozzle in and set it to automatic and stood behind the pump. From that height I could see him fingering her, but they could not see me. After a couple of minutes I here "Excuse me." So I went to the open passenger side window. Now her tits were out and he was really fucking her hard with his hand. He said "Can you check my oil?" and popped the hood. So I did, the whole time I was checking out the.