To maine kaha ki gharme apko dar nahi lagta to sonal bhabhi boli ki dar to lagta hai isilite tuje bulaya hai fir dar kisbatka. Maine majkme bola ki ag...r main apko khagaya to? Sonal bhabhi haste hua boli koi bat nahi khahi jaoge na marto nahi daloge? Ye sabd me kafi ghehrai thi. Mai samaj gayaki bhabhi kya chahti hai. Maine jarasabhai der kiye bina sonal bhabhi ko pakad kar kiss kiya to sonal bhabhi thoda matak ne lagi fir ekdam sant ho gayee fir vo bhi kiss karne lagi mai jor jor se us ko kiss. The only guy who would ever touch them.But any girls watching were welcome to come up and give them a squeeze.“What?” I asked as I went to put on my seatbelt.He reached over, stopping me. “I think you look horny, Melody. You had to watch me fuck Zoey and didn’t get off at all.”“Nope,” Lee said, sliding into the back with Pam and Alicia. “None of us did, Master. It was so hot. Especially when you both ate the banana covered in my pussy juices while fucking Zoey.”“Really?” Pam asked.“Balanced. “I will reach in 5 minutes, sir,” he said.Rohit suddenly picked up the pace while I was talking to the cab driver. “Ya. Ok….I will come down…..in some time,” I replied between gasps and moans.“Should I come up to take the bags?” he asked.“No..not right….now…..I …am a bit…..busy …right…..now,” I replied. I couldn’t speak normally cause Rohit was humping me with fast long strokes.“You seem sick, sir, are you sure I should not come up?” Now I was too horny and wanted to get back to my fucking and. The mournful whine of electric motors was virtually drowned out by the ear-splitting roar and clatter of steel on steel. I felt my heart beat faster with the anticipation of what was to come and a little flurry of butterflies in my guts. No matter how many ‘dips’ and ‘picks’ I make I still get the same excitement as when I did my first job at Wimbledon dog track. I’ve been told by the older hands that once that ‘buzz’ goes it’s time to give up. Good advice I reckon, because if you’ve got no.