.roz kitni hi ladkiyo ko dekhte par haan is baat me me lucky hun ki koi bhi ladki ek bar muje mood ke ji bhar ke dekhke hi jati he chahe wo married ho...ya unmarried..chahe college girl ho ya bhabhi ya fir aunty..par mera ek class he me esi wesi ladkiyo ko dekhta hi nahi tha.. Ese hi ek din me aur mere dost bridge pe pahuchke ek jagah khade hoke ate jate logo ko dekh rahe the kyuki bridge pe raat pe kafi sare log pure city mese bethne ya walk karne aate he.tabhi meri nazar ek auntio ke group pe. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .I slide my hand down across my tummy, towards my thighs, they automatically spread for you. My finger slides along my wet slit, it is wet because of you, for you. I press my finger on my clit for a moment, I know how much you want to taste me, how much you need this.I slowly start to circle my clit, my other hand still pinching my hard nipples. My fingers slide to my opening, spreading the wetness back to my clit, it feels velvety, so ready to take you, for you to. Small paved front yards provide off street parking for a couple of small cars each.And then, walking up the street toward us – the chunky figure of our favourite Cockney wideboy, Dennis, and beside him the sleek, narrow figure of his mean looking, hard-loving, but ultimately very well-behaved Doberman, Casanova.We track backwards as he walks – keeping him and his beast nicely in frame as he delivers his standard East End introduction... “Ello again, welcome to another edition of the ‘United. "They come here regularly. Maybe once or twice a month. But mostly it's just a few on the weekends." His description reminds me of some weekends I spent at the adult theater back home in my youth. I feel a bit at ease knowing that perverts are the same all over the world. As we chat a bit more I put my hand on Miki's shoulder. When our new friend isn't talking to me I look over at the other woman in the room. I can't help but imagine fucking her and my dick gets a little chubbier, unable to.