She never said anything but just kept nodding.After a while, her t-shirt too started feeling like a hindrance to my movements near her shoulder. It wa... still between her breasts and the bed. I pulled the t-shirt from the side and started lifting it. She responded by lifting herself a bit so that i can slide it up from below her. I lifted it all the way up and over her head. Her bra too came off along with the t-shirt. Now she was topless with her bare back facing me. I could see her side. Jab mera adha lund salma ki choot mai chala gaya to salma ne kaha sunny pls rooko mat tum apna poora lund meri choot mai daal doo. Ye suntey hi maine apna poora lund ek hi jhatkey mai ander kerdiya or sath hi salma ki muh se uuuufffffff wwwooooooooo aaaaaahhhhhhh suunnnyyyyyyyy chudooooo mujhe chodo mujhe plssssssssss zor zorrrr se jhatkey maro takey tumhara poora lund meri choot ke ander ghus jaye or meri choot phat jaye.sath hi sath kehney lagi sunny ess style mai mujhe bahut maza aaraha hai. Sitting this close to you is as equally as dangerous for us as it was last time, My Bhabi.”She took my head in her hands. With her eyes close to mine, she looked at me with her big blue eyes very lovingly and asked me “Dhrub you still angry with me?” “No, Bhabi, I am not, you were angry with me,” I replied.“I know I hurt you, but I’m really sorry I was rude to you.” So, what do you want me to do, beg for forgiveness ”“No Bhabi! Don’t you, I should plea for forgiveness. I didn’t appreciate the. More months slipped by and still, nothing happened. I was getting very worried. Was this a one-off occurrence only? Was I ever going to experience the thrill and pleasure of feasting on a real, hot, hard cock again? The longer the drought continued, the more worried I became that I would never get another mouthful of delicious cock again. I was getting more and more frustrated and even more desperate.Then one day I received a message via the "dating" site from a cross-dresser in a neighbouring.