There is a strong heady smell of sweat musk and passion that I find irresistible as my fingers stray back to my twat, but once again I am interrupted.... Are you all right, Madam. Do you need some help?"Of course I need some help, but unfortunately not the help that is being offered. I shrug into my top and shakily leave the room.The Salesgirl gives me a very strange look. "You'll have to be careful with those silky straps. If you move too fast they'll slip off your shoulders."I look critically. Chuchiya 38 kamar 26 aur gand 42 ki he aur colour gora he bhabhi ghar me nighty pehenti he aur bahar jate wakt saree ab mai kahani ko shuruat karta huJabse mai javan hota gaya tabse mai aurtonko dekhne laga hu aur mai meri bhabhi k sath sona chahta thaisliye mai roj raat ko bhiya bhabhi k kamre k bahar khada rehta tha aur roj raat ko jamke chudai karte the fir maine soch liya ab mai bhabhi ko chod kar rahunga par koi muka nahi mil rha tha waise bhabhi mujhese frank ho gayi thi hum dono masti. Oh my God, they squatted down, they opened up their knees wide, and then they both exposed their panty-covered pussies to me.The mother was Georgia Smith and I had been given the scoop on her. She was a single mother of twenty-eight that had gotten knocked up at fourteen and had her daughter at fifteen. Sheila was all of thirteen.I took a whole lot of pictures, as they loved up that little kitten. I got them full on, I got them each close-up, and I only once got a picture that I could actually. "That saves me a trip to the sorority house," she told Tim, laughing.Sandy followed Tim as he unlocked the door and entered his apartment. Dropping her bag, she kicked off her sandals. "Could you unzip me, baby?" she asked. A few seconds later she shrugged her shoulders and her dress was in a pool at her feet. She reminded Tim of the Botticelli painting, "The Birth of Venus," as she stepped out of the dress. She left everything where it was and headed down the hallway. "God, this feels good,".