Baith yahan. Suman, ye to sharama raha hai jaise solah saal ki ladaki pahali baar….”Bhabhi ne unke munh par hath rakh kar aage bolane na diya. Bha...hi ka hath pakad kar bhaiya ne use apani or khinch liyya. Bhaiya ki god men samati hui Bhabhi boli, “Aji aap bhi kahan kam hein ? Solah saal ke ladakejaisebetab ho jaten hein.”Bhabhi ke gaal par kiss karate hue bhaiya bole, “Jaane man tu chij aisi mast ho. Kyun Mangal ? Hai na mast teri bhabhi ?”Mere hosh ud gaye. Meine kaha, “Bhaiya, m..m..mujhe. "Fuck the steak gurl....this cock needs to be in ya cunt now.....for fuck sake feel it....its gonna burst!" "How about if I give you a blow job.....just to take the edge off" she suggested. "Aye...fuck that'd be good." Or....have you ever had your cock sucked while eating a steak?" "Er....no...can't say that I have." Well.....how bout.....say....I cook the steak, and you sit down to eat it.....then I get under the table....and...eat you...heehee. Sound good?" "Sounds fucking greaaaaat" he. I made sure I included my sun-block; after all I did not want these big beauties to get sunburned. I was so aroused I wanted to strip and masturbate right then and there, but decided to save my energy, after all, I might get fucked all evening and late into the night. I set the bag and my purse near the door, and went to freshen up and change. I picked up a blue short outfit that had a matching top which required no bra. Combed my hair, applied some waterproof mascara, moisturizing sun-block,. Eventually I settled on a French chicken dish, one that looked like it was going to be appropriate for a romantic dinner without looking as though too little effort had been put into its preparation. Scribbling the recipe down on some scrap paper kept around for note-taking purposes, I snagged my keys and wallet, heading off down to the local food store. While I was there, I picked up a dozen red roses and some candles, figuring that a little over-the-top cheese could hardly spoil things,.