God ne usa fursat me banaya tha.Bhabi se main bat karta tha per mann me gandda bichar nhi tha.Bhaiya ek gambler tha.Wp jada tar ghar pen hi rahta tha....siliya kuch kam rah ne se bhabi muze bula leti thi.Ek din bhabi ke call aiya main ne pick kiyaMain: hlo bhabi Bhabi: bob tum kaha hoMain: ghar pe huBhabi:market jana thaMain:ok bhabi main ate huMain ready ho ke bhabi ke ghar giya.Door knock kiya bhabi ne door khula ar under bulya.Ek list diya or paisa diya main market chala giya 1 hours bad. ” She looked back at me and gave me a wicked grin.“Oh now that’s just not nice…I’m gonna have to punish you for that little joke.” I squeezed her nipples a bit more; she mewed and arched her back, leaning against me. “Oh really? Well…you’re going to have a hard time punishing me.” “And why is that?” I asked.“Because, I’ll just enjoy it.” She grinned and looked at the wall in front of us.If there was a button that activated my dick, she would have mashed it with her fist, because now, my cock. He helped me a little in everything.Then something started happening to me. As a bush I started to suffer my kittens wanting my ass. He grabbed me for the hips and went to the end to get out all the way out of the box, and it was all over again. I was so sorry I could not control it and it burned it even more and I was still stronger and I felt the feeling that climbed out of my guise I probably did not know or describe it but feeling all the way to my kite I did not feel at that moment and. My little fantasy was interrupted when the bartender told me to follow her. As she led me towards the back of the club, Katrina said, “good luck,” and both cheerleaders started laughing. We walked passed the washrooms, and next to the women’s room was an inconspicuous locked door. The bartender unlocked the door and led me in to the dark, warm room. She shut the door behind me, and I couldn’t see a thing. Suddenly, she got close to me and whispered erotically in my ear, “strip for me baby.”.