Jase mane btaya wo meri neighbor h to humare ghar p ati rhti thi kbhi kch dene to kbhi help mangne .. Unke hubby jada time bhar hi rhte the due to wor..., to aunty humare ghar mery mom s chat krne bhi ajati thi…M apne bare m to btana hi bhul gya my nam is ravi (nam changed) m 19 years from uttarakhand mera lund kisi bhi choot ko satisfy kr sakta h .. Grmio ka time tha to m ghar p hi tha aunty ka call aya ki market jana h to m bola aunty m abhi ata hu apke ghar .. M jb aunty k ghar gya puchne kya. "Yes, be sexy, girls."Nancy pulled her white panties down and showed Mr. Milton her fuzzy brown pussy. Chrissie followed, doffing her pink panties, jerking them down, as Nancy did, to her knees."How 'bout this, sir? You can see our pussies," Nancy said.The girls stood near the bar, leaning on it and pushing out their hips. Nancy undulated lewdly. Chrissie did the same. Mr. Milton shot off a constant flash of pictures."Yes, yes," he mumbled. "That's wonderful, girls!"Nancy's black merrywidow. When it looked like she was beginning to come down, my hand went back to her pussy so I could again rub her clit with quick, forceful motions. Each time I did so, Sarah went wild. The contractions in her cunt signaled just how massive her orgasms were. After perhaps 15 minutes of near constant climax, Sarah was sweating and exhausted. Aware that she was nearly wiped out, I took my hand off her pussy, grabbed her hips, and fucked her with raw energy. She climaxed one final time as I reached my. "Two can play at that game, Bobby Sherwood," Betty Lou giggled. She turned in his arms and planted a steamy kiss on his lips.I coughed after a few moments and they broke the kiss. "Ain't love grand," I said to no one in particular.Betty Lou grabbed Bobby's hands and hopped off his lap. And then startled me by planting a kiss on my cheek. "It's all your fault, John," she said smiling and pulling at Bobby's arm. "We gotta go."Bobby stood and let Betty Lou pull him toward the door. He paused for a.