Girl named sakshi hai bt uska fig mst hai (34-28-30).Hum room mai pauche thori der idhr udhr ki baat karne k baad hum padhne lage padhte padhte vo tho...a sa mere pass aake bhethi maine dhyn nhi diya fr thori der baad jb maine usse dhekha toh uski smile thori change thi maine uske neck par haath rakha toh vo aur naughty smile dene lagi mujhe samjh aa gya tha ki vo kya chati hai mai b aage badha aur uske ears par 1 halka sa kiss kar diya jisse ussne aapni eakhe band kar li aur mujhe signal mil gya. .. and take without forgetting.)One day a florist went to a barber for a haircut. After the cut, he asked about his bill, and the barber replied, ‘I cannot accept money from you; I’m doing community service this week. The florist was pleased and left the shop.When the barber went to open his shop the next morning, there was a ‘thank you’ card and a dozen roses waiting for him at his door.Later, a cop came in for a haircut, and when he tried to pay his bill, the barber again replied, ‘I cannot. Bellfort would approve of that. It might be…” I tilted my head and paused, making sure that she paid attention, “counter-productive to my work here.” The amused giggle that wafted through the tiny space made me curse inside. “Counter-productive? God, you’re naive! It would be exactly the kind of thing that amuses him.” She had suddenly crossed the few feet between us, and our faces were only inches apart. Her eyes bore into mine, dark green and heavy-lidded. She got off on power just as much as. It was way too short on her but the sales lady told me that it was perfect. She also said that Valerie couldn’t wear any panties with it or that they would show through the material. Then the sales lady told Valerie that she should shave her pussy too. When Valerie turned around I actually drooled over my own daughter. Her ass was even better than her mother’s ass had been. God I really miss her mother. She had been dead for several yeas but I missed her every single day. Against my better.