Bhabi majak majak me muja touch be kar lati thi. ek din bhabi na mujhe pucha ki kya tumri koi Girl friend hai. Mena bhabi ko daka or sharma geya bhabi...na fir pucha to mena bol diya koi nahi hai bhabi boli agar koi GF nahi hai to fir Zim me boody kesa liya bhana rah ho. me daily zim jata tha. bhabi na puch kya koi ladki kabi passand nahi ayi mena bhabi se pucha GF ka keya karna to bhabi boli ke bathan karna ka liyaOr keya phir mena bola diya bathan to me aap se kar hi leta hun pir GF ki keya. They began confronting him, shaking their clubs or cudgels in his face, and threatening him. His patrons fled in terror. That was enough for me.I hid my remote for the moment and pulled out my shotgun. That should more than even the odds. I wagered dollars to donuts that none of them had ever encountered gunpowder, let alone buckshot, before. Loading the shotgun with a new shell, I brought it to bear, well aware that no one was aware of the significance of the noise that my weapon made. They. Just the touch of her had me breathing heavily and my dick rock hard which was cramped between us like a red-hot iron rod, she whispered “I love you, brother”, in a seductive tone , I wanted her then and there. She again kissed so passionately and with full of love in it, It was special and more intimate.She kissed my weakest spot at the neck, kissed behind my ear and slowly went kissing towards my bare breast. She kissed my nipples and sucked one while pinching the other. It sent shockwaves. Tab may 25 sal ki ,meri behen 19 sal ki thi.meri behen tab purn joubanbati ho rahi thi.uski najuk chehre dekhke mujhe usko paneke liye dil bechayn tha. Mayne kosish kiya use pane ke liye, ek do bar use mayne kiss karne ki try kiya,jab mummy dady najdik nehi ratatha,lekin usne sharmake bhag gayi.badme jab use pucha “kiu bhaga ?”, to muskurate huye phir chaki gayi. Mayne intejar karte rahi sahi wakt ki. Ek din mouka mila.us din mummy dady film dekhne najdik ka cinema me jate samay mujhe bola ke.