Fir usne mera jeans utaar dia usne aisa kabhi nhi kia tha matlab mai hamesha khud hi undress hota tha. ye dekh k mai aur xcited ho rha tha aur mera la...d tan ta hi ja rha tha. wo neeche jhuki aur mera land muh me lene lagi wo boht acha land choosti thi. mai uske baal sehla rha tha. aur uske gaand aur boobs bhi daba rha tha.Fir maine uska top aur skirt utaar dia. wo black panty aur bra me gajab dikh rhi thi. dobara wo mera land muh me leke lollypop ki tarha choos rhi thi. wo itna excited kabhi. Dot rubbed the girl's cloth covered pussy. Her panties were wet. Jan, on her left side, rested her head on Brooke's shoulder and crossed her right leg over her daughter's right leg. Jan placed her hand on Dot's fingers as her new friend squeezed and rubbed her daughter's pussy lips outlined so clearly by the crease in her panty. Brooke's left hand reached between Dot's legs and not knowing quite what to do, she rested her palm on Dot's mound of venus and with her fingers, squeezed lightly.. She looked sexy even in regular jeans and a t-shirt.Me: When I heard ‘colour’, I didn’t think of highlights.Ramola: Me too, but it suits me.My cock did all the talking for me. It was up at 90 degrees. Ramola put her soft hand in my briefs and squeezed my shaft to check its hardness. I held her small ears and kissed her vehemently. She came back with equal energy, using her tongue.Reaching home, I was surprised that the wife was not there. She’d stopped on the way to get paneer. I caught Ramola. Finally, I heard him end his conversation and the beep of his phone hanging up. He came into the room with beer in each of his hands and said “You want another beer?” I jumped up and said “No, Mike. I don’t want another fucking beer. I want the recording you took of me!” He just stood there staring down at me, analyzing. My liquid courage was failing me and I broke the stare, looking down at the ground. “Look, just give me the DVDs and I’ll leave,” I said in a calmer tone, still looking at the.