Wo boli bhai ab main itni short dress pahankr jawan ladke me sath soungi to koi namard hi hoga jo kch na kate,ab main samajh gya tha bahan v wahi chah...i thi jo main,fr maine bola to pta chal gya na ki tera bhai mard hai boli av kha pahle prove to kro maine bola it’s k, fr maine pucha jb tmhe koi problem ni hai to mjhe pussy kyu ni touch karne do to boli mere budhu bhai av mere period chal rha hai ar main ni chahti me mere bhai ka hath ganda ho,ye sun kr main ar excited hogya ar udas v wo boli. Initially, it was a drive that she stroked down the middle of the fairway. Then it was a long iron or even a good putt. She had played for a month when she had her first par. Her smile almost matched mine. A month later it was her first birdie. By then she was hooked. She was also six months into her term and was showing quite a bit. She learned it made no difference in her swing.Christmas was much better this year than last when I spent the entire holiday season in dark despair over. If the guy buys me a drink, it helps me relax and I can handle the flirting. I get horny.”We were stuck behind a big truck and moving at a snail's pace--stopping, sitting, then starting before stopping again for several minutes—so I was enjoying learning more about Carla. It's funny how you think you know a person, and then they open up another part of themselves and you discover another layer. I remembered being in the truck with her going up to the hayfield and how different it was after I. I wanted to spice things up a bit so one night while laying in bed I asked her if she had any fantasies anything she wanted to try. To my surprise she had always wanted to be with another woman. As we talked all sorts of wonderful thoughts filled my mind; then the conversation turned to bondage and pain. By the end of the night we had fucked like rabbits several times much like we used to.Over the next few weeks I came up with a devious little plan. I stopped by the toy shop and grabbed a few.