B-acha isliye muje ghoor rahe theMe-ha!App bohot khubsurat ho,aapka pati kitna lucky hai.Bhabhi-bohot ho gayi meri tarif,tumari koi gf nahi hai kyaMe-...nahi muje abhi tak koi pasand nahi aai..Hamare bitch mast baate chal rahi thi ki tabhi uske pati ka phone aya aur baate karni lagi.Wo udaas ho kar ayi to maine pucha kya hua to usne kaha ki my husband kal shaam tak nahi aa sakte me akeli to boor ho jaungi…Maine kaha koi baat nahi mai hu na me bhi akela hi hoo…Humm aise hi baate karte rahe uski. “Yes, as things progressed he and I really loved screwing and stretching me out before school. Karl was also seriously into the “School-girl” look. He seemed to love that one the most.”“What was your favorite umm, look? Costume? Ahh, role-play? Help me out, what did you call it?”“We didn’t really call it anything other than playtime. Now I would call it sex-theme. I think my favorite was anything that involved my clothes being ruined. The sheer lust of the moment resulting in ruing the. In fact, the only thing moving were the gentle roll of waves that had started thousands of miles away in the middle of the Pacific, now preparing themselves to break on the Island's west coast. Unless I fired up the auxiliary, about the only place I was going was onto the beach as those Pacific travellers pushed me in with the tide.It took a while to convince the little Perkins diesel that it was time to go back to work. Once underway again, I looked at the chronometer in the cabin, only to. Then once we had all fucked enough, we went to bed so we would be ready for a new day.The next morning, I picked out a nice skirt and blouse for mom to wear. I had to keep her within the school rules, but also had to be sure I could fix her clothes for our study hall. The skirt was just above the knees and I also had her wear some thigh high stockings. They were red and I wanted it to look like she was in need. Her blouse was a nice white one, a little sheer but not enough to get her in.