Pure gore badan pe pani ki bunde motiyo jaise chamak rhe the. Main to ektak dekhta hi rah gya. Didi muskurate huye andar chli gyi. Mere lund paint ke ...nder hi tight ho gya.Fir didi bahar aayi kapde pehan ke. Tea aur breakfast ke bad hum dono bate kar rhe the. mera dhyan bar bar didi ke boobs pe chla jata tha, kyoki usne low cut blouse pehna tha. Main didi se bat chit krne me bachpan se hi thoda frenk tha. Didi ne meri nazro ka pichha kiya aur pakar liya ki main bar bar kya dekh rha hu.Usne. I fumble with his belt a little. Sensing my frustration he reaches down to help and then runs his hands through my long hair. As I begin to pull at his pants, I run my tongue just under the waistband of his blue briefs and he shivers ever so slightly. I can feel his cock straining against the confines of his briefs, begging to be set free. Once I’ve added his pants to the pile on the floor, I begin caressing him, feeling the strain of the fabric between his cock and my fingers. I kiss him. Now her day was beginning.Her shows were still running when a knock was at the door. Who could that be, she wondered. The knocking continued and she was thinking of getting up to answer it when it shopped. Good she thought. Then a face was at the window, it was Marcy from next door. She is home early from the bank Peg thought."Come in," she yelled out.Marcy came in carrying her briefcase. Still wearing her power business suit with dark pleated skirt that showed just enough leg. Peg noticed that. And walked and walked until we eventually arrived at a completely anonymous building in a residential street, but sure enough, the name was on the bell and it was answered by one of the two female owners, who came downstairs to explain that she was really sorry, but they were couture only and they were going to have to spend all day dressing people who'd flown in from Russia and the USA for the party and there wasn't much they could do at short notice. But she (Kris) was really sweet and.