Ab mere ghaghre ko unhone nikala or meri panty phaad di. Or meri shaved pussy (chut) unke saamne thi.Rahul ne sabse phle mujhe khincha or apna lund me...i pussy par rakh diya or bola daal du andar. Mene kuch nhi bola.Wo niche let gya or mujhe upar leta kar apna lund mere andar ek hi jhatke me daal diya.Mai bohot jor se chillane lagi kyunki uska lund waha sabse bada tha. Meri chinkh sun kar. Sb bahak gaye or . 2 logo ne apna lund mere muh me dala.Ek ne rahul ne jis hole me daal rakha tha usi hole. She had worn a red and black saree with a black blouse and her 38 size boobs were hanging revealing that they were soft and worth a suck,,,we strolled the garden hand in hand. I then held her by her waist and it was so soft and i couldn’t take my hand.We smooched behind a tree..She whispered in my ears..Please take me..Your aunt has told me how good you are in gifting pleasure and how considerate you are towards woman in bed and the magic of your foreplay and cock..I then told k,,but where. We finished and I wore pant and maa again wrpped towel around her.dady left for office at 8.30 am. Then Manju took maa to bathroom, washed her, and then make up her like a newly wed girl. She put her in pink saree and let her wore jewellery and bangles.She was my bride. She also told me to bath .After I came out from bathroom in towel she kept two glass of thick milk and pushed us inside bed room.She told me to make my bride happy and satisfied .She also said that she will open door at lunch. They had reached the patio of the cottage, modest by wealthy standards, but in its simplicity itself was a homeliness he found engaging. The wooden platform ran along the perimeter of the house, extending as a pier-cum-tea-table in the back of the house. In the quiet afternoon, they could hear the water lapping gently against the wooden stalks that supported the platform.Ronnie surveyed the scenery as her father fished around for the keys. She couldn't remember the last time she had visited.