‘You aren’t my husband.’ ‘So?’ he said as he looked down at her. ‘I need to be pure for him.. Mama….’ ‘You get to be pure for me.�...� He said with an evil smile. ‘I don’t care what your future husband thinks. Tonight, you are going to be mine.’ He moved his hand from her wet pussy, to the bulge between his legs. Slowly he started to unlace his pants. ‘Please, Mama told me not to let any man touch me there except my husband..’ she pleaded. ‘And did she also tell you not to break into houses?’ She. It was a kind of semi-formal event, where the guests were expected to wear something nice. This is where the main portion of the story continues:It was at the event that I lost control, as any man may agree with. By "losing control," what I actually mean to say is that my own physiology got the best of me. You see, there was this particular performer that was on stage; a young woman, blonde, college-age, wearing a skin-tight, black dress with delicate white sparkles that perfectly complimented. The brown snake grew meanwhile more and more and I couldn’t wait to finally taste her shit. Slowly the snake from her asshole grew forward to my mouth. Now I understood what she meant when she talked about a blowjob. Happily the shit she took was not that soft. It was a good creamy one but with a good level of stability. Finally the brown top of the snake hit my lower lip. “Yeah …. You like that, don’t you?” she moaned, “Eat my shit, I know you are hungry for it. You love it you little shit-. Me toilet me se chila raha tha. Mom ko hall me bich me khada karke tino log aamne samne sofe par beeth gye.Karim : kya re randi is bachhe ki liye kitni mannat mangi hogi na???Sahil : ha sahi he..Ek bar me to beta tumse paida bhi na hota na..Akram : are koi bat nhi ab hum bache paida karenge is sali mast item se…Maa un tino ke bich se bachna chahti thi tabhi akram khada hoke bahar chala jata he or bahar se ghar ko tala laga deta he or ghar ki nigrani kaarta he. Rat ke kaarib 10 baje the mohale.