It was just clothes after all. There was nothing magical or special about them just because they had recently been on her body.He reached out toward h...r bra, surprised to see his hand trembling. What was the matter with him? It was just a piece of cloth after all. He quickly snatched it up and tossed it onto the pile with the rest of her clothes. Then he did the same with her panties, and bundled the whole thing up.There. That was all there was to it. He almost laughed at his trepidation, as if. .Usne bola aa jaaa dost ankit ke room pr phuchi..Main phuchi maine panty aur bra nhi phni thi.. But wha ek hour wait krne ke bad uska call aaya ke wo nhi aa sktaMaine uske dost ko bulaya yaaar.. Ye achi baat hain uski.. Main uski saari bat manti hu phir bhi wo ek to dusri ladkiyo se baat krta hain. .Aur jab maine yaaha aane ko bola to mna kr diya..Uske dost ne bola yaar aisi sexy ladki ko kaise mana kr skta hain..Main to jb bhi khti jb hi chad jata..Ye sun kr maine pucha chaad jate matlb..Is. In fact Mona’s whole body was trembling by now, somehow she had missed the phase between slow, relaxed messing around with herself and full-on fingering herself to an intense orgasm, lost in thought about life and the state of the world.Thinking felt increasingly hard now and Mona was working purely on instinct, her body overriding her mind and leaving Mona a choiceless, willing puppet with herself on both ends of the strings that made her fingers push deeper into her warm pussy than they were. So, I walked back to her door and cracked it slightly. I could tell she was too far over to notice the slight creak. The bedside lamp she had on lit up her form on her bed. Her shorts were on the floor and her panties were on top of them. Her legs were spread with her knees bent and ass in the air while she fingered her cunt. One hand played with her nipples, squeezing them between her thumb and pointer finger before rubbing her palm over them. Her breasts were nice and firm, not sagging a bit.