There was mistletoe and people kiss when they go under it. I was just having a good time," replied Shelly. "I didn't do anything wrong." Kissing under...the mistletoe is one thing, but when you wear it in your hair so you can kiss every guy there is a bit too much. I saw you let enough of them grab your ass during the dances and kissing too. I should have knocked a couple of them on their asses but you were just as much as fault as them." I didn't do anything wrong but have a little fun. You. Don’t get me wrong – he liked fucking. But he didn’t like smoking. And he didn’t like Tracy smoking. And he didn’t like fucking Tracy when she smelled of smoke. This was a problem, because Tracy didn’t just like smoking. She loved smoking. She adored it, she worshipped it, she lived for it. Which is kind of hard when your boyfriend hates it.Most mornings, Tracy woke up craving a cigarette. And a fuck. Question is, if you can’t do them at the same time, which do you do first? Generally speaking,. ” Erin squirmed against her ropes, then did something she rarely does, she begged. “Please, please feed me that black cock”. Ben was rubbing his bulge through his shorts, partially obscuring it from her view, “you really don’t sound that sure”. Erin spoke louder now “please, I want your cock, please let me taste it!” Ben smiled again, enjoying his power over my wife. He now hooked the elastic on his shorts again and pulled them outward, slowly sliding them down. His cock sprung free as he slid. Phir usne apne gulab ki pankhuriyon ki tarah komal honthho ko mere honthho par rakh diya. Unki baahen mere gale me thin. Maine bhi unhe unki bahon ke neeche se haath dalkar unhe jakadr rakha thha. Mere haath unke peetth par thhe. Main apne ungliyon se unki peetth ko masal raha thha. VIDHI BHABHI uttejeet ho rahi thi. Ab wo mujhe chumne lagi. Mere chehre gale hinth sab taraf. Main bhi uttejeet hone laga tha. Mere haath anayas hi VIDHI BHABHI ke seene par chale gaye aur meri ungloyon ne unse.