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This hot bhabi was left alone at the home. She had to prepare the food for all the family members when they come home after the picnic. Her brother in law could not have a better chance. So, he stayed back citing a reason regarding his work. But he did not leave the home at all. Once, all had left the home, he came to the kitchen where this hot woman started to cook.
Soon, he unwrapped her sari and she did not stop him at all. She wanted a touch of a man very badly. When she stood with just a bra and petticoat, he kneeled on the floor and began to lick and suck her navel. She pushed his face towards her tightly and closed her eyes to feel the pleasure. Finally, he made her lie on the ground and began to kiss her whole body and finger her over the clothes.
On second thought, he probably kept it up his ass since he usually talked out his ass."Not my intention, but I appreciate the compliment" he laughed. Armed with my cold beer, I swiveled around so I could lean against the bar, giving my back a break.Scanning the other patrons, it struck me how everyone in the bar, besides the smaller man with new back problems and his stocky companion seemed to be there with what I could only assume was their romantic partner."Figures. I can't even go to a bar to help me forget" I whispered to no one in particular. Remembering the reason I was here reignited the ache I felt in my heart, which was slowly creeping through the rest of my body. Taking a long swig of my beer, I almost missed the soft sounds of someone sitting down next to me. Not feeling up to socializing with someone new, I kept my attention on the rest of the bar."Some things are not meant to be forgotten" came the second sweetest voice I had heard in a long time. Sticking to my. Heels, navy pencil skirt, white blouse, navy jacket and silly half scarf thing around her neck. Any other day I'd be checking out her shoes, or her ass.Don't judge me, I'm shallow when I'm forced to be up in the middle of the night. All I could see was a flash of blue eyes and her hair. Red hair. It trailed down her back like a waterfall and bounced on her shoulders with every step she took.I was mesmerised by the movement of it. When it caught the overhead light I could see the variations of colour in it. Not a bottle redhead, a real one. Russet red like an Irish setter.I shoved the paper coffee cup to my lips to conceal my drooling. I forced a mouthful of hot sweet liquid between my lips to muffle a low moan of sheer desire. I wanted to follow her, find an empty corridor somewhere and kiss her. To press my nose into those gorgeous locks and smell her shampoo. To feel her hair flow like silk through my fingers. To press my body against hers and show her how beautiful I knew she was..
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