Bhabhi delhi aa gayi bhaiya ke sath jab unka 4 month bacha hua tha. Bhaiya bhabhi ko chor kar dubai chale gaye aur mujhe bol diya apni bhabhi ka pura ...hyan rakhna, maine bhi wahi kiya bhabhi ka pura dhyan rakha mai hi unko hospital le jata tha mai hi bhabhi ki har jarurat ka saman lata tha unki khane ki har ekchha ko pura karta tha jo ek pati apne patni ke pregnant hone pe karta hai mai oh sab karta tha hospital me to sabhi mujhe bhabhi ka husband samjhte thae jab doctor bolti thi ki apne. “come” and deep voice replied to my knock. I walked in and saw a middle aged fat guy sat behind the desk in a smart suit. “hello sir, I am here to take some notes” I purred trying not to giggle as I said itI perched on the edge of the desk, just like you see in all the porn films and crossed my legs. He smiled and got up from behind his desk and walked over to me, placing a large hand on my stocking clad leg. He looked me over as his hand run up and down my silky smooth stockings. “stand up” he. When Ron slid his way down her body to lick his wife’s pussy, I did the same.As I worked my tongue over Kathleen’s clit, my hands explored Charlotte’s smooth and shapely legs. Just as I began to enjoy the soft moaning of our two wives together, Ron suggested we switch places. He crawled on top of Kathleen and straddled her chest, feeding his dick into her mouth. I took his old position between Charlotte’s legs and tasted her pussy.I tried to ignore the sounds of sucking and slurping from the. The ancient door groaned as it latched in place. Some part of me felt silly sitting inside the old car, making sputtering noises like some fool child...yet, the sound added an effect of what I imagined the old engine might have sounded as it was driven. At sixteen, I wasn't too far from being a young child myself, and besides... I was alone.I rocked the steering wheel back and forth in my hands, and looked through the door glass and into one of the two side mirrors... as if I were actually.