Uski muhn se sarab ki bu aa rahi thi.tab maine uski boobs me haat lagai, wo bade kasile the. maine use dabaya. tab bhi uski koi response nahe thi. mai...e uski ahista uski shirt ko khol diya aur skirt ko bhi utar diya. ab wo sirf bra aur penty mai thi. mera lund ka haal bura ho chuka chha. uske baad maine uski boobs ko bra ke bahar se hi chusna suru kiya. mera sabra tut raha tha. maine uski bra bhi khol di. aur uski boobs ko chusne laga. tab uski thodi si aawaj nikli. ahhhhhhhhhh. me aur bhi. Carla just lay there on the couch, still short of breath. Carter sipped his cocktail while his wife stroked his tire cock. She was slicking the mixture of his cum, and her daughter’s pussy juice up and down her husband’s shaft. She licked the palm of her hand. “Mmmmm….very sweet. You ok baby?” Christina asked her daughter. Carla rolled over, exposing her entire naked body to her mother. Her heavy, fleshy tits rolled to the side, and she spread her legs while she looked up at her mother. Carla. My cousin brother’s wife is damn hot and has maintained a perfect figure. Let’s call her bhabi. Initially, I had no intentions towards her, she was like a sister to me. Till one year everything was normal. Nothing had happened. It all stared when my brother went to the USA when I came to the second year. Initially, he went for few days but due to nice work appreciation, he had to stay there for 2 years. I was usually partying and was staying in my friends home only, initially when my brother. Settling down into the cushions on the couch and flicking from channel to channel trying to find something worth watching, but tiredness soon took over and I feel asleep, the TV still softly murmuring in the back ground.It only seemed I'd been asleep for a moment, when the door seemed to burst open and a rather loudly laughing and crooning Jeremy almost fell through, only prevented from doing so by the steadying arm of Francine. I jumped up from the couch, rubbing the sleep from my eyes and I.