. Acanak sarita ne mere muh ko apni chut se daboch liya aur wo jhad gayi.. Uska sara pani mere muh par aa gaya .. Phir mene chatna chalu rakha ab to a...ur bhi maaza aane laga halka sa mitha aur halka sa namkin swaad saa tha. Mene uski sare sarir se honey chat li..Phir sarita ne kaha ki pls abh dal do aur saha nahi jaata.. Mera lund jyada lamba nahi hai pur mota hai is karan chut me jaa nahi raha tha.. Mene lund ko dhire se dakela aur wo jor se awwaz nikal rahi thi.. Pls dhire dhire dalo bahut din. Phoebe is my age, with the same IQ as her age. I know, I sound catty, but she's the dictionary definition of trophy wife. Big fake tits, blonde hair, can't carry a conversation. We could make her the centerpiece but the cantaloupe are smarter. Then there's Angel Devine, obviously not a real name. She's actually a lot of fun. Tall skinny, almost no boobs. She's about 30. Has done the centerpiece before and was very, um, generous. She could do it. Only problem may be that her husband can't make. When Delilah walked through the door of the room, I almost swooned. Looking at her, I knew that Sheila must have coached her on what to wear for me. She looked as if she was a virgin princess. She had on the sheerest teddy I think I had ever seen. It was pure Virgin White as were the matching garter belt and sheer silk stockings (Sheila knew I loved the luxurious feel of pure silk.) The white stiletto heeled "fuck me" pumps she wore added at least five inches to her five foot four inch height.. All I could muster was ‘What the fuck?’ and he just chuckled, grabbed my hair and pulled me to his face and began trying to f***e his tongue into my mouth. When I resisted, he gave up, quickly put his pants on and left the room. I never saw him again that night. I lay with my face in the pillow, crying quietly. The couple that were on the bed took notice and asked me what happened. I explained it to them as best I could, but was feeling extremely biased at the time and probably made it sound.