Fir wo apne haath se mera sir apni choot ke traf dhakelte hue boli mere chote se Lund isse Chato main buri trah ghabra Gaya mujhe ghinn aarahi thee pe...r Chota hone ke karan main kuch nai ker pa raha tha…wo mere hotho ko apni gili Chut per ragad rahee thee,dheere dheere mujh per unki Chut ke paani ka nasha chane laga aur main kutte KI trah unki Chut chatne laga maano kisi shahad ke bowl ko chat raha Hun….wo mere Lund aur dono aundo ek sath poora muh main ley gayeen…mausi ke nail mere chutado ko. The house was huge almost a mansion! This might turn out to be more work than she had bargained for! Just then the door swung open and Mary was introducing herself to Mrs. Bradford and her friend Cora Hilliard. Both women looked to be in their early sixties but Mary was never very good at guessing people's ages. Mary sat down in an over stuffed easy chair in the dimly lit parlor while the two ladies sat opposite her on a long sofa. After giving her vital imformation age, education, work. "I guess you found my files." "You're fucking right I found them, you asshole. And I looked at every single one over the last couple of weeks." I blew another puff of cigar smoke in his face. "Who would have known that you think ladies smoking cigars are sexy? Isn't that something you should have shared with your wife?" "I didn't think you'd understand," Jason replied. I smacked him in the face again. "And who would have thought that you fantasize about being dominated and being enslaved. ’ You have my pjs in your hand, but in no rush to pass them to me. Instead, you gaze at my cock, which immediately causes it to harden. I struggle to stop its growth, however as you continue to stare I can’t stop it. I cover it with my hands, but you pull them away. I could fight you, but I love you looking at it. It’s been one of my fantasies for a long, long time.When it’s fully erect, eventually you look up from my groin. You seem to come out of a daze and flush red. ‘Here, put them on,.