.Daya bhabhi:- haaa tapu ke papa ko aaise hi pasand hai land chuswana aur land ka pani pilana.. O to har roj din me 2 bar to land chuswate hai ha aur ...an karega to gaand me bhi dal dete hai unhe chut se jyada gand pasand hai…Babita:- haaa unhone bhi yahi kaha.. Ki o daya bhabhi ki cut ke jyada gaand marte hai..Komal :- are babitaa ab age bhi bato.. Kya huaa.. Meri chut bhi ab pani chodne lag gaibhai jaldi se bata aur meri chut ko shant karne de.. Ekdam chatke lag rah e hai unngli me .. Andar. "Mom looked at me in such a strange way. Just like yesterday when shecame in with the Alice costume. "Do you want to keep the things?" sheasked then."Yes, Mom. They feel good and they fit me. No one will see them." Andwith that I went to my room.I didn't feel like cleaning up neatly, but my bed had to be emptied. SoI piled the things next to my wardrobe.It wasn't even eight o'clock. I'd already finished my homework and hadno desire to try anything demanding. Why not a little television. " She stood up, a perfect Venus to his Adonis, the sunlight creating a pattern of shadows across her body that Johnson would remember to his dying day. Her jutting breasts led to a flat tummy and a small, golden triangle of hair at the V of her legs. She stepped towards him, pressing her breasts to his chest, loving the feel of his skin on hers. As his arms came up to draw her to him and again press her into his bed of hay, she slid down his chest with small nips and kisses. He looked down his. Of course I don't stop thinking, which is the problem. I think I've said before that I can over think something.So the reader probably won't be too surprised that I did a lot of thinking about my entry into the swinging life, or even what was now my sex life. Two weeks before I'd been as relatively innocent as a teenage girl who'd barely had her first kiss could be, and now I was having sex with several boys a night. This wasn't what you'd call your average behavior.The first question, of.