Shanu ek jwaan 21 22 saal ki mast gdraai gaand, mote chuche rasile honth aur aaye haaaye kaali gulabi rasbhri chut shanu se meri mulakat phli baar ek ...all mein huyi thi aaj se thik 3 saal phle mall mein apni moti gand mtkaati ghum rhi thi aur sabke lodon mein aag lga rhi thi meri lund ko na jaane kya sujhi aur ho liya uske piche piche mujhe yaad h festival ka time tha mall mein bhid jyada thi aur woh aage main uske Piche mauke ka faayda uthate huve mne uski gaand per haath masal diya arey kya. Selfishness wrapped in generosity. Treason in disguise.Ah well. I guess I have to live with your disapproval. A small price to pay. At least I have one consolation: it has been a great life so far.It took almost half a year before a new adventure presented itself.Six months of getting wet from tasting oysters. Or just hearing a Beethoven sonata. Any piano piece, actually. It was also six months of bringing home a horny body because of it. And having sweet George gloriously fuck it.More and more. The day arrived and the mil with her bitching tongue demanded to see me for the first time since the wife and I had separated, I knew she was going to go mad at me for fucking around before the Divorce had been finalised, I agreed as it was going to happen and thought sod it might as well face the music and tolerate her half hour of bullshit she was going to shout and scream at me. So dooms day was finally here, not thought about it or what would it could or was going to happen! Woke up about. She closed her eyes and rolled her head back and forth against the wooden railing, her breathing becoming shallow and raspy. It was lovely. She could feel her body running out of control now. There was nothing she had to do except lean back and let her nerves take over. The pulsing grew harder and more throbbing in her cunny. The big Setter growled, his tongue lapping and slathering more furiously as he sensed Lydia's growing urgency. The blonde could smell her own cunt juice as more and more.