Can I help you, anyways I’m also bachelor now? There was a pause and no reply at all. The morning I received a WA message, I thought about your help... for my craving of sex, and I am ready. How happy this message can be early morning. Replied saying that nice. Let’s us plan and left to my office. She messaged saying we can’t do it at the house, let’s go to some resort and enjoy our time, sounded good. And booked a resort near kanakpura road, it was the same resort which I took my GF before.Both. ’ ‘Excellent!’ We made small talk while we waited in line and about an hour later we left with about 5,000 coffee nips between us. We continued talking as we headed for the Exit/Exit. I usually don’t like to go there because the management doesn’t allow slam dancing, and they sometimes hired idiot high school jocks to enforce the rule (not that they were actually able to stop anyone from slamming), but Iron Twinkie was playing that night. Squasha looks no younger than 18, but no older than 17,. Your cock swells and begins to fill my mouth with your sweet sperm. I gobble it greedily, which triggers my own eruption. "Get ready, Jasmine," I pant. She increases her grip, and I feel my approaching orgasm. My first spurts hit her open mouth, and she swallows quickly. My second shot hits her closed lips, which open to engulf my cock fully. She drains my balls and smiles sweetly."Thank you, Monique," she sighs as her own black cock begins to spurt."Give it to me," Jill murmurs, jacking. I stared at the page, reading it over and over before passing it to Christie."Oh, my God, Doug. What's this about?" I don't know. I guess we'll have to look and see," I said, heading for the drawer where we kept our little digital camera."Download it onto the computer," Christie said. The pictures will be bigger and clearer."I passed the card to her. She was the computer whiz."We're lucky," she said after examining the little device. "It's the same type as our camera uses."She removed the card.