Neither one of them saw me standing there. how can I put this delicately,. Indian hot sex … “Can’t the Super let you in?”
“Not really… we kinda changed the locks when he kept giving us the weird look of a deranged killer,” she replied jokingly. Maggie was sitting on the edge of the tub. Her short red hair was plastered to her head but the cut was perfect for her impish personality. A partial load flew onto my lips. “Oh wow,” Maggie sighed. She had shaved, waxed, plucked every single solitary hair. I stood perfectly still… I watched as Shelly took the razor and carefully shaved along the lips of my wife’s pussy. I slid behind the wheel and headed for home. A firm round ass up in the air and a pair of freckled tits hanging above my wife’s partially hidden pussy. Thinking of Maggie in the shower I slipped off my shorts and shirt and opened the bathroom door. Shelly pulled up in front of the house hopped out of her car and floated to the door. A bigger load landed on my cheek! And I must say it was impressive!
