Unka figure 36 confirm 32 guess 37 confirm h. M or mom bra or penty sath m khareedte h to confirm size pata h but middle kabhi puchha nahi maine. 5’...″ height h color fair h. Mujhse jayada log meri mom ko bhav dete h to aap soch sakte ho vo kaisi hongi or ye sab kafi had tak paise ki maya h. Ab shiv dayal g k bare m batati hu . Shiv dayal g hamare ya nauker h but ek family member ka darza hasil h unhe hamare yaha khana bhi vahi banate h or dada g k khas dost bhi h. Dikhne m normal h. Color halka. She managed to say 'Sorry!' before dragging the child out of the changing room. To my amusement she couldn't help a quick look back as she exited the room.'No problem' I called after her 'I'll be done soon.'I thought about my brief look at her and liked what I'd seen. She was average height, slimmish and very pretty. Her long hair, not quite blonde was also appealing. I decided to put my trunks back on and go back for a further swim. As I emerged from the changing room and passed the waiting. I wanted him in me so badly.I couldn’t wait.I ripped my mouth off his dick. He grunted, gasping, staring down at me with such hunger. “Not hungry for my cum, sister dear?”“Oh, I’m hungry for it, brother dear,” I groaned, stretching out on my back, my tits jiggling. I ran my hands up my thighs, brushing the tattooed vines coiling about my left, reaching towards my juicy cunt. “I just need you to be in my juicy hole. Ava’s not your only wife that wants to be bred.”“Mistress!” squealed Nathalie in. Edith tied my hair up into a bun and with a hat I looked like a teen-boy. I now wanted to be called, not Jane but John. Edith had a little more work to do because of her breasts. Being a nurse she had brought along an ace bandage that she wrapped around her chest thus flattening her breasts. Her face was still feminine even without makeup but that would have to do. She too wrapped her hair in a bun and put on a cap. She was able to find some old clothes of my dad’s that mom did not throw away..