.Pooja k andr b chudai ki bhot bhuk thi,Jb b mauka milta main use kiss krta tha or boobs b dbata tha pr use chodne ka mauka nhi mil pa rha tha,kuch di... aisa hi chalta rha,is bich main uske ghr b aata jata rehta tha,uske ghr pe uske papa or mummy rehte the bas,papa jada bolte nhi the pr mummy bhoy baat krti thi,uski mummy ki age kuch 42 saal hogi pr uska shareer pura bhara hua tha,uske boobs 36 inch k the or jo latak k bhar aa rhe the unhe dekh k mera lund khada ho jata tha or kamar kuch 32 inch. The carriage reached the cottage on the cliffs. Porphyria followed the path to the door, but hesitated before knocking. Maybe I should go back, she thought. Maybe I should just throw myself off the cliffs instead. That would be better. But she knocked, and when the door opened she went in without waiting to be invited or greeted. She had to duck a bit to fit through the doorframe. She was a great, tall woman, with strong arms and broad shoulders and a hard face, but she was often called. The one aspect Jayla had not inherited in the slightest was Heather’s chest, while Jayla was stuck with smaller, perky breasts, Heather was blessed with some of the largest she’d ever seen, and they only seemed bigger when unrestrained by her clothing, Jayla could feel her nethers flooding with warmth as she stared, unable to look away. Heather smirked, she’d seen Jayla eyeing her chest up several times, but had always worried it was purely of jealousy, and never of lust, but Jayla’s reaction. " Me too."With that, we headed out towards the parking lot.It was noticeably colder outside and most of the cars were gone. In compensation, the night was deep black, with shimmers and sparkles where lights reflected off metal or ice. We took a more direct route across the lot. Halfway there, Angie slipped on a patch of ice and started to wobble. I caught her hand and steadied her before she fell."Thanks," she said."No problem," I replied. We continued walking and she didn't let go of my hand..