4 mota hai me ba last year me prta hu n hostel me rehta hu agr koi real sex krna chahti ho or aapne pati se unsatisfy hai to mujhe mail kre id haiYeh...meri dusra stori hai or bilkul real stori hai aab bor na krte huye stori pe aata huMere pados me rehne wali chachi ke sath mene kaise chudai ki hai toh suniye dosto aajse 4month pehle ki bat hai 1bar college 10din ke liye bondh tha to ghor aaya ghor aaye mujhe 2din bit gye agle din subha chachi bulane aai unke tv me kuch kharabi ho gyi hai oise. .fully aroused, and waiting for your attention.With both hands you skillfully unbutton his shirt, and push it from his shoulders as it drops softly to the floor. His trousers fall as swiftly. Taking his hands into yours, you draw him close to you...two wanting bodies tingle with the barest of touches together. His hands softly glide over your smooth shoulders and down your back...pulling you closer. Resting his palms on your firm buttocks, he guides your longing hips to him. Staring deep. She reacted with such surprise that she f0rced back against it, and in a split second, the finger disappeared inside her backdoor. The feeling was unnatural but so incredibly intense that Cat began seeing flashes of white, and experienced her third mind altering orgasm with Freddie. And as she looked down at him, savouring her almost squirting release, she realized he was already ready for another go. Cat’s mind raced trying to re-engage as the cum-thirsty whore she wanted to be so she could. After college Brian never left home. He was always there, whatever the occasion, always a topic of discussion. He was the only lover the girls had in common. Joan slept with him for a month, just before highschool graduation. Beth had him as a college sophomore. He was their standard, their basis for comparison. He was the benchmark, against which everyone else was measured up. Or down.The girls had their sixty percent of the front seat reclined, They were under a blanket, face to face,.