Bhabhi ko pta h i want to fuck her pr vo mjhe koi response nhi deti isliye maine socha ki vo behad pativrata h.Ek baar maine unka phone check kiya to ...hatsapp p unhone kuch numbers p baat kr rkhi thi. Mujhe vo baatein doubtfull lagi. To doston maine pta kiya to vo number mere dost ka tha arif naam tha uska. Vo mere ghar bhi aata tha bhabhi khti ki uski nazar shi nhi h. To vo usse door rhti pr doston mai hairaan rh gya ye dekh kar. M unki chats padhta tha. Ek din jab chat padhi to bhabhi ne kaha. Normally, it’s a case of exploration and communication. Be honest, what do like doing?”Peter, did not realise that she would be so blunt and was fearful of telling as Caroline might think he was perverted. She seemed to sense this but knew her luscious fat hairy cunt held a clue. “Don’t worry pet, we can work around that for the time being. Moving from the table back to sitting opposite, Caroline gradually pulled her skirt up and legs slowly apart, “Don’t look away Peter, look at this". You. Should be. But I wasn't. I mean, of course at first ... when she first told me what had happened, I wanted to crawl under the table and die. But by the time I was in my car and heading home I was just wondering why I didn't feel worse. I think I even tried to tell myself how irresponsible I was. It just didn't stick.Robert was home when I got there. I was no longer worried about things seeming weird with him. Like Mary Ann had said, I had been around him and Andy since "it" happened, and. " I was getting a little frantic, wanting to eat her pussy bad by this point. As my head plunged between her legs, my mouth plastering over the pulsing soft cleft with its damp, slippery surface, she sucked in the head of my tool.Her vulva was smooth as could be, no trace of stubble or hair. It's taste was an intense distillation of that musky smell, tart but soft, and as I licked up to the quivering clit, I felt her stomach tense, and her hips arch up. I heard her grunting, intensified my.