She began to pant as the temperature increased.Her body was now being bathed in golden light as she continued, the heat increased, and she could see t...e flames in the distance through the trees.The path was getting tighter, forcing her down onto her knees to make it through to the flames she would need to crawl forward. She proceeded on her hands and knees, her hands sinking deep into the thick mud her legs smeared with dirt.She was getting so close, her breath quickened, and she panted hard. Uiiiiiiiimaaaaaaaa hhhhuuunnn aaauurrrrrr jjjjjorrsee”main bhi apne bhabhi ke muh mein muh dal kar French kiss karma laga aur phir main unke bade bade choochion ko choosne laga, unke khade khade nipples ko main pinch kar kar ke choosene laga mujhe bhi maja aa raha tha unhe hairan karne mein to is liye main choochion ko dhire-dhire choosne laga,Bhabhi-dhhhireee dhhhhireeee nahin balki devarji kaat looo kaat looo in choochiyoon ko kaat loo uuuuuiiiiiiiimmaaaaaaaa badddeeeeee koiiii iiinnnheeeeeee. But his respite did not last long and before the hour was up he had his free hand re-tied and had quickly been brought back up to a desperate state of arousal through the cunning use of the pole feather. The festival continued and he was again begging and pleading for an orgasm that he now craved more than ever, but which he knew inside could be weeks or even months away.It was a pleasant day at the docks. Everybody seemed to be happy. Everybody laughed. Everybody except for the writhing naked. I'd lie in it and pretend to already be asleep and every night before she fell asleep she'd go into the bathroom, run a hot bath, and get undressed then bathe like clockwork before climbing underneath the covers beside me. Through the different mirrors and in direct view, I'd watch her. She was still young herself then, a brunette, and I thought she was absolutely the most gorgeous woman in the world. Hell, my mom was smoking hot. She was petite, her skin bronzed by the sun everywhere her two.