Iye mere bivi hai. Koi dusre ki patni ko laga raha hu.Madhavi : Sahi kahy raha hai….Popat: to may kiski bivi ko lagaunga…..Bidhe: Tumhare liye hai...koi …( Rita reporter) Tum don reporter hi to ho…. Lagao ak dusre ko.Popat: To ab may madhavi bhavi ka blouse kholke rang lagau?Jetha: Achha idea hai.Tarak: Jetha kaya sochrehe ho. Babitaji…Jetha: HmmmmSodi: Jab asay hai chalo sab auroto ka kapre utardete hai….Sab bhagne lage. Magar Daya ne Madhavi ka petticoat ka nara khol diya or wo gir gaya. Sab. She didn't say anything, but kept looking at me and then my cock. "Well, finish me off, bitch"The 'bitch' hung in the air for a second. I NEVER would have called a girl that even in passing, let alone if we were having sex. She gobbled my cock again and took over the show. Her fingers and hands, touched, caressed, fingered, rubbed everything they could all while she worked my cock up and down in rhythm. I could feel myself cumming for the first time in her mouth. The first time while not. “Yeah, hold my cock in your throat,” I urged her. “7,” I said and had to pull out as she violently tried to f***e her self off my cock. She was gasping for air and her face was bright red. She rolled on her side and picked up her head to help her catch her breath. “God, you’re good,” I told her as I wiped her hair away from her face and kissed her cheek. She giggled and blew air out her mouth as she flicked her eyes open and close. “I don’t think I can make it to 10, Uncle Jack,” she relented.. That was a good sign.Finally, the decisive night came. We had agreed on meeting at my place, an apartment I have downtown. I had bought some snacks and drinks, which were already set on the dining table. I had also made a nice playlist with some soft rock, which included songs by The Cure, Incubus, Radiohead, among others.Both girls looked so sexy. Paula was wearing a striped top and a beige skirt. Lorena was wearing black leggings and a semitransparent black top, which let us see the round.