Several of the wolves hurried over to me, seemingly to make sure I was okay. After that, they bounded out into the near darkness around me, providing ...xtra eyes, ears, and noses to scout the area. The women finally arrived and were upset about my wound. They hadn’t realized what happened or that I’d been hurt. I knew that I’d be okay when they started bemoaning the fact that my new shirt was torn and bloody. It’s nice to know how much I mean to them.While Kazani washed out my wound and applied. .Wo bolta h ye ap ho kya ji? Main kehta hu haa koi shaq wo kehta h bhot sundr lag rhe ho ji..Ye bol kr wo wapis niche baith kr kaam pr lag jta h main usko bolta hu tum pagl ho kya main tumhre liye itna taiyr hua hu or tum aise behve kr rhe ho wo bolta h ji ap kuch bi krlo aj mera mood naii h kuch bi krne ka ap ja kr aaram kro Main fir dhere se usse req krta hu plz aj meri last bar bhookh shant kr do kaam khtm hone k baad tum yha se chale jaoge plz wo bolta h kuch bi ho jye main kuch nhi krnga. Angelia thought she might go down to the pool so she wore her favorite little white crochet bikini. It had been bought in Mexico when she was there on a trip two years ago. It consisted of a meticulously intricate hand woven Mayan pattern on the top and bottom triangles. It was a 2 piece that barely covered the places it was supposed to. A little triangle front and back section for the bottoms barely covered her pussy and ass. The top did little more. Triangles the size of a small napkin folded. Someone was masturbating hard on the dining table. Tapu took his penis out. He put some spit on the top and then went straight into the living room.But it wasn’t Sonu. It was Madhavi bhabhi. She was pushing her fingers into the unshaved pussy. Oil from her aachar had spread over her body. She pulled Tapu towards her. Tapu saw a bit of aachar on her blouse, and he wanted to taste that.But as he reached her breasts, Madhavi pulled a boob out of her blouse and put it in Tapu’s mouth. It tasted.