Uske boobs ko maine ekdum lal kr dia tha chus chus kr. Uske boobs ko 1 ghante choosne k baad main jab uska jeans kholne gya toh pata nahi usse kya hua...wo achanak mjhe apne se alag kr di..jb maine usse pucha ki “kya hua??”….Toh woh boli ki “mjhse wo sb nahi hoga.mjhe daar lgta hai”.mjhe b ek baar k lye laga ki shyad main zyada kr rha hun ab.bt aapko toh pata hi hai jb ek ladki us conditon me aapke saamne ho toh kavi b kisiko woh mauka chodne ka maan nahi hoga.isliye maine b usse smjhaya k agr. He felt her legs wrapping around his waist and the tightening of her opening, making it almost impossible for him to withdraw even if he wanted to. Her body was responding as nature had intended; breeding was afterall instinctive and, unsaid, this female was egging him on to breed her; to give her that dose of potent black baby seed which would hopefully combine with her precious egg. Looking over Tyrone noted the glazed expression on the other woman’s face as she watched her sister being bred.. It may be just my assumption but I decided to give it one last try. I started making plans so as to lure her accidentally. There was this wedding reception of our neighbors; our whole family had to go to another wedding reception of one of our relatives, leaving the whole house to me. So I took her with me to attend my neighbour ‘s wedding. My plan was to make her tipsy and drunk.I still remembered she wore a fitted black party frocks with black high heels. She looked more different and beauty. “What,” I answered. I almost had to laugh at the expression on his face. It was a mixture of lust, surprise, and disbelief as he realized that I was actually answering what he was thinking, and not what he was actually saying. “What?” he said back at me. His mind was filled with caution now. “You were saying that you wonder and I was just curious as to what you were wondering,” I answered his spoken question which amazingly enough perfectly mirrored his thoughts. “What are you, a psychic or.