Muje ajay ka land acha lagney laga tha. Tabhi usne apna land meri choot par rakha aur ek jhatka mara uska sirf dickhead hi andar ja paya tha lekin mai...n dard k karan chekhney lagi lekin jaise hi mainey thoda sa moonh khola ajay ne apna land aur andar daal diya aur meri awaj daba di. Mainey apney ek hath se us ko pakda aur dusre se lakdi ko. Aur kaha ki gar karna hi hai toh dhang se karo kyunki mujey pata tha ki abisi mein bhalai hai. Main khadi ho gayee aur woh bhi khada ho gaye. Mainey unsey. Looking on the floor he sees the pants and panties she was wearing earlier. Instinctively, he picks up the panties. The red little thing is even still moist from where she was obviously leaking. He puts them to his face and can smell the scent of her pussy.Suddenly, he hears the front door open. He also hears giggling. It is Tinsel and she isn’t alone. He doesn’t want to be caught in her room, yet he doesn’t have time to get out through the hallway to his room in time wither. Frantic, Scott. Amanda had brought a Grateful Dead cassette. It was a live recording from back in the 70s. She started it where it was and jangling guitars came out of my boombox.Amanda danced around and took off her clothes. She unlaced her shoes and kicked them off. She pulled down her pants. She wasn’t trying to be seductive. She was preparing for love making. I watched her. Her pubic hair was natural and bushy, the way I like it. Her breasts were on the large side of a B cup and her nipples pointed. I carefully started sifting through the stuff, when my phone rang.“Hey, it’s me, Jennifer – how are you doing, Marty?” she asked.“Just came back from a last-minute family dinner, Aunt Susan was there, David and Julia, Linda and I, and the folks. Chicken and Noodles, my absolute favorite dinner was served. When you get back, maybe we can make some of that ourselves.”“What, you want to cook – call the paper and check your temperature - you never cook?” she said.“Anyway, I have been plumbing the.