Phir main or anjali 69 ki position main aa gaye,abh mera lund uske muh main or uski gulabi chut mere muh mein thi,anjali puri tarah garam ho chuki thi...kyunki wo baar baar apni gand upaar utane lag padi thi or mere ser ko apni chut mein dabati jaa rehi thi.Meine abh der karna thik na samja or uski chut ki taraf aa gaya or uski dono tangai khol di jis ki bajah se uski chut abh muje saaf dikh rehi thi, Maine apni aik ungli uski chut main gusaid di ,AAAAAAAAA,PLZZZZZZZZZZZ, sirrrrrrr dhiree dard ho. She looked at me with a shy smile, turned facing her plate, and started to eat her meal. I thought perhaps I had just blown it. We ate our meal and continued our conversation then ordered more drinks when the waiter removed the dishes from the table. The pianist was playing a Johnny Mathis tune and couples were walking hand in hand to the dance floor. Sally was wistfully watching them dance and I’ve learned to recognize that look in a woman’s eyes. Who was I kidding? I wanted to hold her in my. Back then we used to live together.. She was 6 years elder then me but was always a sweetheart.. We used to spend all time together.. She had a best friend, I am unaware of her name.. Always used to come home at night stay over as they used to study together…and i always have to share bed with her with me in middle.. Hated that..Anyway back to the story we reached there around 3 pm and everyone was getting ready for tilak rasam…met my Bua and exchanged few words as she complimented about my. However, remembering that she was in an interview, the young girl calmed down, took deep breaths and forced a smile as she took all of Gus into her shitter. Who wants us to make an Abby sandwich? I asked the rest of the boys. They unanimously cheered in the affirmative. How about you, Miss Abby? I asked my friend. Yes, boss, she said, her smile almost hiding her discomfort as she still adjusted to the member in her ass. Then she lifted and spread her legs, her high heels pointing toward the.