Alicia was too engrossed in eating her girlfriend’s pussy to hear, or care, what was going on outside. She loved the taste of Janie’s hot twat and never missed an opportunity to indulge in eating it. Pulling her mouth away, Alicia brought one of her fat nipples up to the shining wet cunt and rubbed it all over Janie’s clit, while Janie moaned in approval. “lick my ass, baby; you know how much I like it,” Janie said. So Alicia crawled between Janie’s legs, lifted her head and ran her tongue all over the pink puckered hole, then pressed a finger to Janie’s ass and slowly fucked her with it. Jack watched wide-eyed as his sister put on a show with her girlfriend. Watching the pornographic display had made his cock like iron, and he rubbed it through his shorts, wondering if he dared pull it out and masturbate. It had been way too long since he’d gotten laid and his body got the best of him. Quietly, he unzipped his pants and fished his large, throbbing boner out of his boxers and began to stroke it slowly. Janie was about to climax as Alicia alternated licking her pussy and her ass, using her fingers in whichever hole her tongue wasn’t licking. “ah, ah, ah, I’m cumminggggg!” Janie exclaimed as she flooded Alicia’s face with her juice. After shuddering with her orgasm for several minutes, Janie finally opened her eyes and pulled Alicia’s face from her crotch. Jack thought the show was over, but instead, Janie pulled Alicia to her feet and kissed the shorter girl full on the lips, then licked her own cum off Alicia’s face. “now it’s your turn,” Janie said, and she sat Alicia down on the couch, pulled her legs apart and dove for the fiery pink pussy that lay open between them.
Ak raat main didi kay room main chala geya or didi or maa bahthi hue thi . Un say pocha baat kiya hai such such mujhay to batao to maa ne bataya tumhare jijja kay dad ne sharat rahki hue hai wo apni sare dolaat tumhara jijja ko tab dayan gay jab unko dada bolne wala koi ko . Or aaj 5 saal ho chukay hain magar koi bacha nahi hua . Sab ghar walay boltay hain tumhare behan ko divorce day ker dosre shaadi ki jay . To main bola ho sakta hai jijju ko koi problem ho or kal ko dosre shaadi kar kay be bacha na hua to ? Maa boli baita aajkal koon marad ko galat bolta hai sab ourat ko he boltay hain . Main bola to didi aap koi bacha adopt kar lu …. To didi thora sa haanse or boli nahi bhaiya aya nahi ho sakta . Or kiya bolon ge aik dam se bacha ho geya to main bola phir kiya hua sab kuch ho jata hai . To didi or maa haanse or boli tum kab bare ho gay abhi tak bachay kay bachay he ho . Ghar main aik main he tha or wo sab se chhota or omar or mind se be chhota tha so main chup ho geya .
Even though I craved to fu-Ck one day, I always never had the courage to approach any girl who was within my age bracket to ask her out. This meant I would continue with endless fantasies (…like Genevieve Nnaji giving me a boob job. How silly though!), porn and masturbation.
I asked her what was it and she said that her husband beat her up for money to drink. she told me that he used to drink a lot a never look after the family. i asked her to sit by my side but she refused and sat on the floor near the sofa i was sitting. i could see her cleavage clearly from there. i got distracted and she saw me looking at her cleavage. she bent a little and i had a better view. seeing her move i looked at her and she had this cunning smile on her face. we never said a word and looked away. she said its ok i know that u look there every time and stood up to walk away. i got scared that she will either complain and i will never get to see it again. she started her daily work and when she came near me to moo the floor, by default i looked at her boobs. There were pigments of sweat there and a couple of sweat streams going down her cleavage.
So this continued for a more amount of time and in between, she used to ask me for pieces of advice on the bed so gave advice on BDSM, role plays and toys etc. One day, she suddenly asked me to come to Hangouts and I did. We verified each other and exchanged each other numbers. She was a gorgeous looking woman. She wanted to meet me. So I messaged the place and time. I went that day to meet her, she was wearing red sari with sindoor and all on the corner most place of the restaurant.
Now moving forwards as once both the waiter and my boss finished fucking me, waiter left and my boss asked me to have bath in my room and be ready for the meeting. It was almost 7 in the evening. So I move towards my room and moved for good shower. I cleaned myself well and moved to wear the clothes. I selected red transparent thin saree with red sleevless low-cut blouse and tight petticoat with sexy transparent lacy bra-panty. I did a light make-up with red matching lipstick. I kept my long hair open. Also wore my red hills to look stunning. I was ready by 8 when my boss knocked my door.
Anyway I woke up one fine morning, with the sun shining into my room. It was early still as I looked out the window while dressing. Then I went downstairs to the kitchen.
Es baat ka mom to achi tarha janti thi qukay unho nay paida kiya or mujhay her kese ourat even apni friends say be baat ya un kay samnay nahi anay dayti . Or phir mom dad nay mujhay hostel main delwa diya to family say kabhi kabhi milta . Magar ab mujhay ay hua koi 4 month ho gay thay .Es city main mera koi friend nahi tha jo old friends thay wo kese or city ya country chalay gay thay .To main ghar par he time pass karta . Kabhi seetha didi say baatay to kabhi un ko tang karta . Wo bohuat piyare or smart looking thi . Magar mom ko passand nahi tha to mom mujhay or didi ko 2 baar daant chuki thi . Even mujhay to mom ne saaf bol diya tum underwear qu nahi use kartay . Kiya her time esko latka kar phirtay rahtay ho . Ghar main didi hai tumhare achay ghar kay larkay es tarha nahi rahtay . To mujhay be gussa aa gaya or main be bol para os din or roo be para .
The heroine of the story my lovely girl her name is samyuktha I call her sam. You first met her in FB, she was 40yr old business lady one of the famous business entrepreneur emerging in India. She had lot of recognitions, but she was so simple. And down to earth. I was not aware of these things.