.main bolne ki koshis bhi nhi kar paaya..uska pussy mere naake ke just aage tha aur asshole (gaand ka ched) mere muh ke upar…main aur tadpa saans le...ne k liye..wo aur upar se dabaaw lagaane lagi…kamse kam 1 minute ho chukah tha…maine phir usko kaata thoda sa..wo uchli..mere jaan mein jaan aayi- saale lund aise nhi maanega..pta nhi phir wo utri..usne ek chota sa hunter uthaya. phir bed pe chad ke boli ab agar kuch kiya toh dekhna..wo phir mujhpe chadhi but is bar muska pussy mere muh pe tha. usne. All the way from the unmarried assistant minister at her church to the teenager who did yard work for them. Her husband had developed her into a damned good fuck so it was easy to get their confidentiality in return for continuing access to her delightful fun parts.She took her 30th birthday off work. There was an agenda that her husband would hopefully never learn about. They had plans for an evening celebration because he was working until then.A half-dozen men currently plumbed her pussy on. "Susan made no reply. She stood with her hands still on my breasts. My fingers slipped from one breast. Down, down over her tummy and she nearly giggled as it tickled. My fingers, for the first time not her own fingers, were stroking gently on her mound. My fingers were probing in between. My hands were encouraging, suggesting by touch that she open. Her feet moved apart. I wanted more space. Again her feet obeyed.My finger slipped along her private lips and felt her. Her wetness was saying. And this time, he was bound to last a bit longer. But first, I couldnt help being a little mischievous. Trying to sound casual, I said: That was nice, Timmy. I feel much better now. But you must be tired from your hard work. Its ok, if you want to go play now. Oh, wicked woman! The emotions chased each other across Timmys face: startlement, confusion, hurt. But MOM – you promised! Hmm? Promised what, dear? That you would give me a massage! I looked down at the sheets. But Timmy – you dont.