Desi Madam Ji Fucked Hardcore His Customer When Her Husband Was Not At Home

It was dusk and darkness was slowly descending on a young night.On reaching the first floor of my old house, I knew, my sisters were changing cloths after the bath, inside the room, which of course was not locked.I went inside the room and grabbed the boobs of both my sisters, simultaneously from behind. I pressed my rigid cock behind them, both, making sure that both of them felt my rigid erection.My left hand was on boobs of my younger sister and the right hand on elder sister.Both of them giggled but did not resist me. It was the first time I was grabbing my sisters breasts and they seemed happy too.I dropped my dhothi to the ground. Releasing my grips on their boobs came around and stood in front of sisters. I saw their eyes moving downwards to my rigid dick I was feeling proud that the sweet sisters liked the sight between my legs.I held them in a tight hug, kissing both of them one by one, on the lips. As they were just changing dress, I could easily make them drop whatever. Or boy. And Abbey hadn’t looked traumatized at all when she rose, her throat still working in swallows, her tongue licking lips stained with...Mindy didn’t want to think about that. Instead she tried to remember Abbey’s demeanor. She hadn’t said anything. Batiste had told her to forget it had happened, to return to her friends, and say she’d just gone to the bathroom. It was obvious Abbey didn’t remember her music teacher being there. She’d have told the police about that. At a minimum she’d have asked Mindy about it.So, whatever Batiste had done with the baton had directly affected the way Abbey had perceived things, not just her memory. Abbey could remember what Batiste had done to her, or made her do. But the things she had ignored, while Batiste had control over her, were gone as if they had never been there.Mindy’s hand reached for the doorknob and she opened it. Bobby was already sitting at a desk. His head came up and his eyes met hers. She felt a rush of heat in her middle..
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