To mane pucha kis ko leke aayi to us ne us se milia ton main harian reh gya woh geeta bhabhi hi jis ko maine kabhi socha bhi nahi tha woh randi ho gi....Kya mumme the us e pagal ho gya main dekh ke.us ki figure bhi mast thi.moti gand bas main pagal ho raha tha bhabhi ki umar mere se 14 saal jada thi, but naa to mere ko koi itraaz tha naa to us ko. Main hath pakar ke us ko apne kamre mein le gya. Aur darwaza band kar ke us ke choomne laga aur us ke mummo ko dabane laga aurr woh bhi mera sath dene. My tighty-whitey underwear trapped my rising penis when it grew to be pointing sideways, but the rushing blood soon had my erector bending upwards in the shape of a banana. Nearby stood a lady who was picking out actual bananas in the produce aisle. She smiled without looking up from my crotch and continued unpeeling me with her eyes. The lady was sexy but I didn’t care; I had a singular ass on my mind and I spied it from where I stood.As I watched Lolly finger some peaches, the anger that grew. There was shrimp and grits, blackened chicken, paella festooned with mussels and clams, Southern fried chicken, a dish with chickpeas and ham I never caught the name of, flank steak in a mushroom and brandy sauce, deep-fried catfish, and pulled pork.She had pinto beans cooked with a ham hock, collards, corn on the cob roasted on a grill, green beans, tiny potatoes that were microwaved and then deep-fried, potato salad, coleslaw, some kind of layered salad, heirloom tomatoes she had chopped into. When we at last parted I had a hard on and my clothes were in total disarray, so much so that I lost my trousers, undaunted by this I went in search of another body to fondle. After rejecting a male body I found another female, by the time I had reached her she had already lost half of her clothing, by the time we eventually parted she had lost the rest, mind you all I had left on were my socks. So the game went on, at one point I was grabbed and kissed forcefully, a pair of hands wandered down.