I liked boys. Or thought I did. My first boyfriend, Jock, owned a Harley-Davidson motorcycle, and I think I was more in love with that bike than Jock....I rode everywhere with him on the back of it, but would never take the controls. I didn't want to look like a dyke. Anyway, I married Jock and we had a couple of good years before he tried passing a semi on a two-lane blacktop and head-on'd with a farm truck. Our sex life had been OK. Jock was a premature ejaculator, but it didn't matter, I liked. As we pulled into the parking lot and pulled into the parking space directly in front of the double doors. As the car came to a stop, Diane opened her door stating that she would get her own drink. I handed her some cash before she stumbled out of the SUV. She took a short break to arrange herself after she had closed the car door. The gold chain strung between her boob reflected the florescent lighting that illuminated the store. I shook my head as I thought about her more than slightly. There stood her father with her panties in one hand and his cock in the other. I was stroking my cock very slowly, wanting to savour the moment. "Sorry dad, don't mean to disturb you, but I really need to pee. Don't mind me though, just pretend I'm not here." Eva then walked over to the toilet pan and hiked up her dress. To my surprise, I noticed she wasn't wearing any panties. She had gone shopping all day, wearing nothing but that flimsy summer dress. She squatted over the pan and let. Fir maine family ke baremai pucha unko ek beta tha aur husband bimar the . Fir aise he baate karke hum friend jaise ban gaye baad mai hum sath walking karne lage .Fir vo 2 3 din nai aaye toh mera maan nai laga jab vo aaye toh maine sidha number mang liya unhonne bhi bindas diya maine pucha cal kiya toh prob nai na vo bole bindas karte jao meri himmat badhne lagi maine whatsapp se subha kab aaoge karke msg kiya unka rpl aaya aise he start hua ek din morning mai vo aayi tab meri tabiyat thodi.