Main nae hansate hove kha kha jaisae tujha to pata he nahi ha na phir vo bazar chala gia. Shakeel rat ko gar aya aur khana b apnae saath laya.Hum nae ...hana khaya aur us k bahd main dekhnae lagi k us nae condoms layae hain k nahi us nae to condoms k aik poora bundle laya hova tha main hansnae lagi aur kha bundle lanae ki kya zaroort thi.Vo hanstae hovae bola daily ka daily aur hum dono zor zor sae hansnae laghae.Phir main nae socha moqa acha ha kyun na khul kar bat ki jayae.Main nae kha shakeel. "Where the fuck are you going?" I whispered trying to shove my dwindling erection back into my pants before she opened the door and gave my parents a clear view of it.Carla looked back at me nonchalantly and said, "To the bedroom, to change my dress." she opened the door just as I finished zipping up my pants. She took one step out and spun back around and looked at me with jizz still plainly visible on her face and chest. "And maybe I'll tell your Mom that the secret ingredient in my cookies. ’ ‘Yeah. Sure, ma’am.’ Mike grabbed his working pants and took something from his wallet. He handed it to Sally saying: ‘This is my card and my phone number. Next time you can call directly to me, ma’am!’ ‘Thank you! I will!’ she smiled warmly. Mike Crawford left the house. Sally was still in her lingerie only. She took a quick look at her Hublot. In about thirty minutes she had to leave if she wanted to be on time for the meeting with the author. There was enough time for a shower but before. PC-1 made two shots so Tiffany removed her shorts exposing a red thong panty. She turned to face PC-1 and, grabbing the hem of her tight tee-shirt, whipped it over her head jostling her full blond hair. Her bra held the generous breasts but they still bounced and settled as the tee shirt set them partially free. PC-1 managed to gain enough focus to try his next shot but missed. Tiffany made her next two, then missed the third. PC-1 reached for the buttons of his shirt but Tiffany placed her.