Babla takhon sipra devi r sari ta dhore tan mere khule fello. Tarpore onar blouse o khullo. Sipra devi ekhon sudhu saya pore bose achhen aar onar 34 s...zer jhola mai duto buker dupase jhule achhe aar onar chhele babla ekdristi te onar baro baro bota r dike takie achhe . Sipra devir khub lajja laglo uni aste aste bollen ha re babu tui ki amake puro langto korbi na ki reBabla – haa maa , tomar ei nadhar boysko dehota dekhr sakh amar koto diner.Sipra devi — babu amar sara sarire khub batha , tui. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear.“Information, please,” I said into the mouthpiece just above my head.A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.“Information.”“I hurt my finger...” I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough now that I had an audience...“Isn’t your mother home?” came the question.“Nobody’s home but me,” I blubbered.“Are. ”Maine uska haath pakda aur kaha, “Abhi nahi.”Maine use apni taraf kheencha. Uske boobs our nipple choosne laga. Fir uska towel kheench kar usko bed par dhakka dekar uski taango ke beech uski choot mein apna moonh laga diya. Thodi der mein maine apne kapde uttar diye. Mera lund poora khada ho rakha tha.Ye dekh kar meri Asha boli, “Kya baat hai aaj doosri baar, ye gajab kaise hua?”Main, “Is ghar aur kamre ke mahaul ne mood bana diya.”Asha, “Oho, aisa kya?”Main Asha ke upar chadh gaya, Asha ke. Shruti: aaahhhh…Uareso hard……..I m loving it……Aaaahhhhhhhh. ….Oooooohhhhh uuummm.Shruti: aaaaaahhhhhhhhh…..Ummmmmmmmmm……..Aaaaaaaaahhhh………aaaaaaahhhh….Uummmmm.Me: you are very tight, I think Abhi has not given you a lot of fun.Shruti: uuummmmm….Aaahhhh….We never got so many chances….Ooooohhhh.Me: so I was reserved to expand your pussy.Avantika: aaaahh aaahh aahhh oooh aaah faster….Tear it abhi…..Ita for u.Shruti: aaaahhh….Take it in any of the ways…By now Abhi was lying on bed and Avantika was.