Glancing around carefully, I decided to be a little daring and pop the button of my jeans and loosen up the zipper a bit, just enough that I could sli... a couple fingers into them and assure myself that yes, my panties were wet and that, beneath them, my cunt was even wetter.Around me, everything seemed normal. Mundane, even. Bored people on the road to long stopping for a burger. Bored waitresses taking orders. Seemingly bored girl doing work on her laptop, only… I wasn’t doing work, I was. Uske gaand dabate hue me uske boobs chus rha tha fir usne ek hath mera leke aoni chut pe rkh diaUske jeans k andar hath ghusaya , baapre uske panty puri gili thi . Me panty uparse hi chut sehlane laga and boobs chus raha tha. Uski panty me hath dala uski chut pe baal the .Aah mujhe baal bohot pasand hai , me chut k balon ko sehlana chahta tha uski clitoris ko daba raha tha . Wow puri gili thi uski chut .Wo madhosh thi and kaha karan aj rukna mat darwaz band krde . Maine jhat se aspas dekha and. And liking it! Good god had mymanifestation really changed me that much that I'd completely reversedmy sexual orientation?Almost in desperation I tried to bring images of bikini and lingeriemodels into my mind and slowly roamed my mind's eye over theirconsiderable assets, assets which I now possessed and they would likelybe jealous of. No, stop that! Think about them not yourself. Are theyattractive? Yes, they were absolutely attractive. Was I attracted tothem?I actually let out an audible sigh. “Where would you like to go on her honeymoon, “I had asked her early on before the wedding. “I would to go back to the Grand Hotel and then to the cottage. “she said surprising me by that answer. “Could Sarah and Brent join us at the cottage?” she further asked me. You already know what my answer will be. “Honey you know that they can, I will make all the arrangements.” I said as I gave her a big sexy kiss.We left on Monday with everyone else for our honeymoon trip to the Grand Hotel. The.