Mujhe bohut se mail aaye ki iss story mein thodi kami hai. To unke liye main bolna chahta hu, ki yeh koi fictional story nahi hai, jisme kuch bhi add ...kar du. This is my personal story and I’m narrating it as it happened in my real life.Ab bua aur main dono ek dusre ko dekh rahe the, aur mera lund unke andar tha. Unke boobs mere chest se touch ho rahe the. Maine unki gand ko neeche se support diya aur uchalne mein help karne laga.Bua dhire dhire mere lund ke upar uchalne lagi thi. Unke uchalte. He does things with it that you can’t believe, even as it’s happening.”“Wow. He sounds like every woman’s dream,” Molly replied with a wistful look. “Can I borrow him sometime?” She asked, only partially facetiously.“Well, I’m already sharing him with someone else. I’ll have to check with them both. There may be a small chance that he would be willing. Won’t hurt to ask. You know how men are. They’ll fuck anybody with tits—especially if they have tits as big as yours.”“Oh that would be. The bigger one, a rather ugly woman, probably in her late twenties, just stared back and spat at the ground. 'Don't mind Vixen,' said the other, prettier one. 'She don't talk much.' She passed me a bottle of water and I took a long swig. 'They call me Pussy Willow,' she announced. 'We've had our eye on you for a while. We're taking you back to camp.' 'Why? What can you want with me?' I began to rack my brain: had I paid my final year's subscription to the Girl Guides? I had left under a bit of. Shortly after I arrived at the door the woman called Veronica let me in and gave me the glasses back. I was a little disappointed as I walked away. As I approached my car I hear a strange little beep and turned to see the waiter arriving on his Vespa scooter. Hey there he saidOh hi I said. Hows your dayHim: Great, just popped back to get something I left behindSure ok, Fancy a coffee?Me: Ok sureWe returned to the back of the restaurant and he let himself in. Is a latte ok? Yes lovely. Wait here.