Karen drew her hand away, knowing that now that his cock was buried, the doggy would know what to do without needing any further guidance.His balls sw...ung slowly in and out, the folds of her pussy lips caressed his shaft, rippling and pulling, slippery on the shaggy sheath. Cum still trickled down his fuckrod, but now that cum was streaked with lashings of cuntjuice, matting his bristly stalk and dribbling onto his balls. Their mingled juices glistened like quicksilver on his black cockshaft,. We get to their floor and get off -- the only ones to get off on this floor. My cock softens once more as we walk down the hall. I start thinking about Vicki. What's she doing? Is she alright? Is he making a move on her? My mind is swimming with all these things -- all while I'm being guided around this building like a puppy dog on a leash. We get to her room and she says to me, "Put your ear up to the door and listen. Tell me what you hear." I do as I'm told, listening as hard as I can. I tell. ’ ‘Well, I suppose that sounds pretty nice. That is, it sounds nice as long as they’ve got a great chicken parmesan, because I’ve had some great chicken parmesan and I’ll be disappointed if it doesn’t measure up, you know.’ She said this with a quirk of a smile on her face. ‘Do you like chicken parmesan then?’ ‘I love it, it has to be my favorite Italian dish.’ ‘Well you’re in for a treat then because these people cook it to perfection, I would know—it’s my favorite dish too.’ ‘Well I’ll have. Par wo mujhe mail apne hubby se chhupkar kar rahi hai. Maine puchha ki wo kaha se hai to usne mujhe bataya ki agra se hai to maine bola ki main bhi agra se hi hu. Maine usko chat ke doran bola ki kalpna karo ki hum dono ek sham delhi se agra aa rahe hai aur bus me bhid hone ki wajah se main uske pichhe khada hu aur mera lund bar-bar usko toch kar jata hai jisse usko koi jyada aitaraz nahi hai, iske baad jo mera aur uska net par baat hua wo is parkar hai: Main: mera lund tumhari gaand ko touch.