Mai jab bhi unke ghar me jata tha to kuch na kuch khane ke cheej vaigera leke jata tha,Is sab ke karan wo family mere favour me thi,mere liye Jahida a...nti sunde mekuch spl khana banati thi,mai khane ke bad hi khana khate the,mai jab bhi unke ghar me jata tha,to mere man unki prati kuch alag se vichar aate the,wo dikhane me bahot khubsurat thi. Mast mature lady,unkemome hi kya kahane,mast gand, aunty salwar kameez pahanti thi, usme wo bahot khubsurat dikhati thi. Mai jab bhi unke ghar me jata. Tossing the stack into the hay stall, I shot Darren a quick, apologetic smile. ‘Hope you’re not planning on going anywhere in a hurry…we’re in a complete white-out now.’ ‘White out?’ ‘Yeah. Blizzard,’ I explained. ‘The can’t-see-a-foot-in-front-of-your-face type stuff.’ I cocked my head. ‘Just where are you from, anyway?’ A quick grin made his eyes dance. ‘Cher…can’t you tell? I’m just a good ol’ Cajun boy,’ he drawled, sweeping into a low bow. I cursed the butterflies that had taken up. I felt a slight tickling as her hair brushed over my exposed cock and then her tongue was teasing the tip, I almost closed my eyes, but kept them open and on the road, her mouth closed warm and wet around my cock, instinctively I placed my hand on her back and groaned. I could feel her smile, before sucking more of my cock into her mouth, rubbing her tongue over the sides and bottom, my hand slowly scratched her back, then I slipped it to the front, touching her firm breast, feeling her hard. Anwar’s inquisitive look and smile had some inexplicably lingered on in my memory far too long .I kept brushing it out of my mind but it somehow always managed to creep back.Rest of the journey, I kept peeking into the rear view to check if he was responding to my raised Ghunghat and he was prompt every time. There were occasional stops for refreshment but none in real sense coz all I could get was a small peek out. Now in a journey around 5 hours long its natural to get a call from nature. And.