Achanak maine bathroom mein pade Bhabhi ke kapde dekhe mera mann machal gaya maine bina der kiye unhe uthaya aur muh mein rakh kar ek gehri sans li aa...aah mere poore shreer main ek lehar daud gai .kapde lapte hue they maine khola to dekha Bhabhi ki gaun ke ander unki BRA aur PENTIE thi .sabse pehle main BRA ko uthaya aur jee bhar ke dekha ye wohi BRA thi jo kuchh der pehle Bhabhi ke Doodhon se chipki hui thi .main BRA ko paglon ki tarah choomne aur choosne laga jaise maano woh mere bhabhi ke. I knew the bar well several years prior and it was always someplace you would expect to find a more risque crowd than average. On the night in question, it certainly lived up to that reputation. My young looking wife and I spent nearly twenty minutes standing in line, waiting for our turn with the doorman. The place must have been packed, judging by the length of the line trying to get inside. Finally, as we stood in front of the bouncer, he gave Delilah a very scrutinizing look. As with anyone. He was such a bad lay. You can do better. Why is his dick bent at a right angle? He also thought the proper way to dispose of the condom was to toss it behind furniture. I quote him exactly ‘janitors should be honored to clean up my seed.’ You can hate me. We can fight and I’ll beat you senseless. Or you can drop the issue. I used him for my own thrill to fuck in the school in a bed I love. He meant nothing to me. I still hate cheerleaders. You still hate drama freaks. If you want to fight meet. Sir or Jonathan walked behind me. He pushed me forward. I slumped onto the bed and sir manipulated my stockinged legs and gloved hands so I was spread eagled face down. Sirs hands clasped around my ankles then moved up the back of my legs. I could feel his fingers as they moved up my thighs the backs of my skirts lifting as moved forward. His hands were now firmly kneading my bottom the lifted skirts now exposing my lace trimmed French knickers. I felt his fingers push them to one side and.