Maine thoda hichkhichya to wo apni kasam deke boli tumhe ana padega. Me lachar hogaya aur bola thik hai, Phir 12 pm pe pahunch gaya maine pinki ke gha... pe. Uswaqt pinki ne ek night dress peheni hui thi aur mujhe ek kiss kar di jub maine ghar main ghusa. Tub mujhe kuch ajib sa mehesus hua aur dil me ye khayal aya ki kahini pinki ki boyfrind mai hota to wo mujhe kitna kiss karti phir andar gaya. Pinki ke Mumy apne kamre me soyethe to pinki ne mujhe apne kamre pe le gayi. Pinki ki boobs prominent. She woke with a start, with a classic "Busted!" look on her face. When she saw it was James, she crawled under the covers, cowering away from his wrath. James tenderly tugged back the covers, basking in her nude form. His pants were full with meat, and he tugged his pants down, revealing his 9" cock, which sprung free like a troll from under a bridge. Rebecca stared at it, the first she had seen most likely, like it was made of solid gold. It was as hard as that at any rate, and he just let her. Then next day his wife had a bit of an emergency with a friend, something about her husband cheating on her if I remember. So my friend took me and my wife to watch our old team playing. It was sunny but not very warm so she had on some thick leggings and a longish coat. We were introduced to some of the other supporters and the manager. The ground did have an old shelter to one side, no seating just some good old terracing and a corrugated iron roof. As the game started we went under shelter. .. Eventuall reaching the small North African fishing village harbour, the pattern for the handover of Jane Richards pretty well followed that of our first Milf, Sally Williams. The only difference being that after Al and I had finished with Jane, it was Fatima who had this time ‘prepared’ our Milf for her own handover. Whilst I piloted the boat for the final few miles, Fatima enjoyed herself immensely. First in fitting Jane with a black triangular ball gag, the leather straps of which ran over.