Rupali bhabhi ki paas har wo cheez hai jo ek ladka mangta hai sex karne ke liye , unka heavy size boobs , big ass or pyare se tummy jo suit pehne hue ...azar aata tha unka flesh to wo or bhi mast lagti thi. Rupali bhabhi jab se hmare wha rehne aaye thi tab se hi mai unki nazre dekhta tha wo har ek ladke ko bhukhi nazro se dekhte thi or mai is cheez se samajh gya tha ki wo kya chahti hai.Rupali bhabhi se hmare ghar walo ki baat hone lagi dheere dheere or acche baat ban gye ghar walo ki trah hi .. It provided a slight high that he could succumb to from a safe distance.The door was already ajar and one little look wouldn't hurt. Then, he would steal all their shit and go home to his Jack Daniels and cocaine, do a line then open up the latest hustler Christmas addition sure to make anyone feel merry. No doubt the chick in the centerfold would have some mistletoe hanging from her giant bush or be getting fucked by Santa's candy cane. One thing about Hustler, they were always imaginative. He. When she answered the door, she had one of those big, shit-eating grins on her face. “I’ve got a surprise for you” she said. Taking my hand, she led me to the bedroom and instructed me to take off my clothes, lie down on the bed, and close my eyes. Intrigued, I complied. “Now,” she said, “I’m going to go slip into something more appropriate. You keep those eyes closed.” With that, I heard her leave the room. After about two minutes, I heard her come back in. By the sound of her breathing, I. You come out of your trance when you see Claire come bounding through the door to the room. ‘Jackie, your ambulance is on the way. Congratulations! We will meet you at the hospital to help and to celebrate with you.’ ‘You and the other girls, but not him.’ ‘Something wrong?’ Claire asks Jackie. ‘Yes, this fool is a wrong fit for this company. Throw his dumbass out of here.’ ‘You knew the rules,’ Claire scolds you. ‘Sometimes things don’t work out.’ ‘Huh?’ you utter in your continued stupid.