The actual place was dim hardly place to move.Two three days were normal as Mr.Chawla told me how to do the inventory and all that work related stuff....BIL chanderkantji also use to come in the morning and also in the evening and as per what he told I was one of his construction supervisor’s wife.BIL use to move his hand on my bare back telling me, “kaise kar rahi ho Mithalji sabh theek chal raha hai” wagere wagere.BIL and Chawla did speak about me which I overheard as they were talking kay mast. After a few strokes, Pratik picked her up and started fucking her there itself. His dick was hitting his sister’s womb and Himani started having light orgasms. Pratik increased his pace and came inside her. Himani felt him shoot his load in her womb. She did not say a thing. They just stood there, and Himani was on her brother’s nursemaid’s elbow.Her legs locked around his hips, and his dick sheathed inside her pussy. Her arms were around his neck and their lips locked in a smooch.After a few. The colours matched us well.My grey hair blended with the colours. 5'9", 170 pounds, looking like a banker, although one who had a most surprising naughty side.Her red and black hair contrasted nicely with her outfit. The blouse was tight against her breasts, and the dress showcased her hips and ass nicely. The clothes offered a lovely contrast with her skin as well.I smiled to myself, wondering if she was wearing stockings or pantyhose. Truth be known, I loved them both. The feel as my hand. She laid there for a few moments, composing herself and gathering her breath before sitting up. I walked towards her with my dick in hand. Politely, she opened her mouth in anticipation for my eight inches of meat. With no hesitation, she began to gobble my cock, her tongue paying close attention to my helmet and banjo string whilst her hand firmly grasped my shaft and stroked up and down. I gasped as she jerked me into her jaws, her saliva slithered down my shaft as she did. With her free.