Story. Mara papa ka business hai ma papa ka sath unke business ma help katha hoi jab bahi papa kam ka liya bahr jata tu ma ghar ma raha ker mummy ka s...th masti karth is baar bhi papa ko 1 week ka liya bahra jana tha ma apna daddy ka jana ka time aya mana papa ko airport ma choda or office chala gaya jaldi sa kam katham kar ka ghar ma pocha mummy ghar ma boutique ma bathi thi mana kapda change kiya or apna room ma music suna laga ma aksar ghar 10:00 baja ata tha. Mummy raat ko kitchen ma food. “I’m not going to be able to pull off a fake wedding in front of hundreds of freakin’ guests and relatives.” Savita groaned at Annie, stripping herself as she drove.Dressed for their wedding ceremony, Karan-Savita and Annie-Vedant stood hand-in-hand at their parents’ mansion’s front door. Karan had arranged for a friend, Koge, to act as the priest by offering him the job. Koge did the rites for the marriage. Karan and Vedant’s parents were happy despite it being a small wedding.Savita somehow. Each spring, the people would journey here to this grove from all the surrounding villages for the sacred rituals of Aine. The highlight of the rituals would be when the High Priest would symbolically mate with the goddess to insure the fertility of both the land and the people. The goddess, of course, was not physically present, so a surrogate would have to take her place. Each year, all of the young virgin maidens who had become women in the previous year would draw lots, and the winner would. Thunder brushed his headup against her, and Colette shivered again as she felt hishot breath on her back, this time from pleasure. Shebegan to slowly press her pubis against his foreleg.It felt good. She began to rock her hips back andforth, putting delicious friction right on her clit.She felt the chill begin to leave her, chased away bythe warmth of the horse and her own inner heat, despitethe droplets of rain still dripping off her hair.Thunder remained still, his equine brain puzzled bythis.