“Nothing!” she said and still the smile wouldn’t fade away. “What?” she asked again. He bent over to her and cringed his nose. “You smell ...unny.” He concluded, which almost made her holler in laughter. “Well, yeah!” she said as if he was stating the obvious. “It’s hot in here and I’m musty.” His eyes narrowed. “I just came back from a jog, too.” She lied. That seemed to satisfy him enough to lose interest in questioning and go to the kitchen to browse for dinner. She sighed with relief. That. Nanad ko samne dekh hum jaise the waise he rah gaye. Nanad bhabhi ke upper chillai ” Kutia Surm nahi aati Dusre murd se chudwate hai. Aane de bhai ko theri pole kholti hu. kafi der tak naraj hone ke baad wo thoda shant hue. Bhabhi dar gayee thi.So Maine Nanad se kaha Didi. Ab aape Kutia kah hi diya hai to dekh bhi lo kutta kutia ko kaise chodta hai. Unne mujhe gali dena suru kiya per maine bina dhyan diye Bhabhi ke choot mai jore ke jhatka dekar apna lund dal diya. Bhabhi Chillai ” Marrr Gayee.. I did that and then returned. It was like 6:45 pm. I knocked and HE sent me to the garage to strip my boots and wet pants and coats. I went into his house wearing underwear and a t-shirt. I asked and HE understood that I did not expect to be coming in. Well, HE offered me hot coffee. I accepted and we began to chat about what was on the TV. Then out of the blue Sir asks, “So how long has your wife been a FB to Mr. J?” We chatted a bit about my Wife and then we got on to politics for a. Making me want to suck harder and faster. This manly quarterback was writhing at my whim. "I want this, rougher..." he said, and I was into really rough kinky shit. So I laid down on the ouch and he put his knees on either side of my shoulders, his tasty looking bone was sticking right in my face. He grabbed the back of my head and forced me onto his cock. I felt his smooth sausage come in and out of my throat, it was so hot. He fucked my face harder and faster, moaning and saying naughty.