He yelped and she forced her way through the other guys as the train came to her station. She got off and started the walk to the clubhouse, which was...near the edge of the town. One of the brothers had inherited the old style farmhouse and it suited their needs perfectly. She reached the edge of town and took the dirt farm road, built on a dyke between the flooded paddies. The moon was out and put a silver light on everything. Ahead, she could see the farmhouse, ablaze with lights, motorcycles. Fir to main akela par jaongaBhabi- agar holi ka maja woh bhi lena chahti hain to kya bura hain. Aur tumhari bhi ichha puri ho jaigi.Me- main to lutt hi jaonga.Fir hum sabh khilkhila kar hans pare.Bhabi- aap subah bolenge mere sir main bara dard ho raha hai islye main kahin nahin jaonga.Me- haan yeh tarkeeb theek hai.Bhabi-chalo ab so jaate hain ( chori se mujhe aankh marte hue)Karib ek ghante baad main utha aur bhabi ke room main ja kar unke saath let gaya . Bhabi mujse chipak gayee. Unkee. This happened several times with the liftman and emboldened by my encouragement he now always used to caress my ass whenever. I used to get in the elevator right in front of my husband and one day the liftman did something more and he slipped one of his fingers at the opening of my asshole and turned on by him and I spread out my ass cheeks a little to give him access slowly he started to insert his middle finger into my little asshole. I was still a virgin in my ass and I started moaning a. With one quick motion, her jean shorts and panties were on the floor. Lauren crawled back on the bed cuddling up with Steve. They kissed as their hands roamed across each other’s bodies.Steve worked his way down to Lauren’s pussy, finding it dripping with juice. Steve buried his face in her pussy, licking and sucking the juice that was flowing. After a few minutes Lauren moaned, “Oh that feels so good, come up here and kiss me.” Lauren had always loved tasting her own juice her on husband’s.