When driving through their area, I noticed they rode in horse driven buggies. I had to admit that I had never seen anything like these communities.The...women and young girls all wore long dresses, usually in solid colors like black, brown or blue. All had doilies or something on their heads. I guess they were hats or scarves. The men and boys wore white or blue work shirts with black pants. They all seemed to wear straw hats.I'll explain more about them later. I want to tell you about an Amish. Jack and Millie were a very good looking couple as they were both tall, slim and blonde. Millie’s hair was wavy and was draped over her breasts. She was wearing a sky blue halter-neck dress that flowed to just above her knees. ‘I’m Stephen and this is my wife Cassie.’ Said the couple sat to the left of Jack and Millie. Stephen had dark hair with dark brown eyes. He smiled with confidence as I gazed at his muscles bulging through his tight white t-shirt. He wasn’t my type as I don’t usually. Phir meri ami rony lgieen .main aagy barha or un ko khud say liptaana chaha lakni un ny mujy dhkaa dy dia.main ny zabardastie un ko khud say joor lia or un kay boobs meri chest say tkrany lgay main un ke neck py kiss krny lga or hath say un ke kmar sehlany lga.Phir 2 mint k baad ami ny mujy htaya or meri aankhon main aankhien daal k daykha or kaha k yeah gunah hai bayta aesa na kro hm maa beta hayn.kisi ko pta chl gya to bohat bura ho ga or aesa kahin nahin hota k ayk bayta apni maa k sath sex. .. what?Tickled? That wasn't the way it felt. Perhaps she was searching for another word. It wasn't soothing, not like his hands had been. It was more as if the velvet had hurt!She couldn't believe it but the sensation was the same as if he'd lightly pricked her with a needle. All the fondling and playing with her tits had been for the sole purpose of getting her tits as sensitive as possible. Then he'd brushed the velvet across her nipple.It was remarkable. And she didn't quite believe it.".