Mey toh pagal ho raha tha unhe dekh Ke.Bhabi boli “sirf dekh ke hi maan baroge ya aage bhi kuch karoge”Mey bra ke uppar se hi boobs dabane laga,au... ek hath se unki sari khol diBhabi aavaj karne lagi”um aaahh raaajj aur kaaroo,jorrrr se karooo mey bahut pyasi hu”Mene fatafat kapde uttare aur bhabi ko bhi nanga kiyaMene bhabi ko ghod mey uthaya bed room le gaya,aur ko chumne laga,Kya maja aa raha tha,pura gora badan,sharir koi kharoch nahi,Mey fir bhabi ki chut chatne laga jorse jise kai dino se. I said ok and went in. He parked his auto and we went inside the farm where no one can locate us. He asked if I wanted to have some pleasure.I readily agreed (as I was not meeting my maths teacher regularly). He has one blanket in his auto all time as it may be used for any purpose (which is now used for pleasure). He starter pressing my boobs over the shirt itself and asked me if he can have a view of it. I did not accept and he started begging (which I wanted to) me literally. I said only. Panting she smiled at me turning her face, I felt her choot muscles are relaxing, to end the session I pumped her for the with all my strength and vigor and ejaculated emptying my balls. Her cum and my semen overfilling her choot spilled tickled over her thighs. We moved before Mr. Sharma returns and I returned again inquiring about him. She glowing face invited me in and as she walked I found she is walking spreading her legs straining little. That was certainly the impact of my hard fucking.. My nipples began to get hard under my little black micro mini dress and I could tell they were looking at them. I must admit, my platinum blonde wig, a huge Vegas style wig that went down my back to my butt, swung right and left as I moved my head back and forth looking at them.My make-up was perfect. I spent almost two hours on it before I left home, and my lipstick was glossy glossy red. I had never put on lashes this long, 'hooker lashes' I refer to them. I did not have courage to wear them.