Main ab sonali ke chuttad pakad apne lund ko uski choot ke andar bahar kar raha tha. Sonali ne dono hathon se fridge ko pakad rakha tha jisse wo gir n...a jaye. Phir maine uske kulhon ko pakad jor ke dhakke laga raha tha. Sonali bhi apne kulhe aage piche kar uske dhakkon ka sath de rahi thi. “oh dinu kittttna accccha lag rahhhha haii, haaan aur joooor se choooodo mujhe.” sonali sisak rahi thi. Mere dhakke itne triv the ki fridge bhi hilne lag raha tha. “dinu chalo sofe par chalte hai,” sonali ne. She had put my daughter to bed a half hour earlier and it was apparent by her puffy eyes and running mascara that she had been crying. Concerned, I took her hand and guided her to the couch where we sat down together. I asked her what was troubling her and it all spilled out with a fresh river of tears. She confessed that she was heart broken that the boys never paid her any attention because she was so ugly and that she had never even kissed a boy. I was touched by her honesty and aroused by. Eleanor screamed. Her scream was a long drawn out scream, like a final scream of death, or the scream of birth, which, I did not know. It terrified me, and then silence; I heard only the sound of the waves. She remained motionless, my cock fully impaled into her. Her eyes looked at me and the fire still burned in her eyes. I was still frozen, held captive by the moment, in awe, not knowing what I was witnessing. And so we remained, perhaps ten seconds passed; surely the longest seconds of my. Next Ginger grabbed and kissed it and then he gave Margie a chance and she reached out and tentatively touched it at first and then looked at Valerie who nodded to her, so Margie grabbed Dennis’s cock and held it for several seconds. Dennis plopped back down next to Valerie who wrapped her fingers around his hardness and held it as Chuck stood up to take his turn. He apologized for not being the dancing type and then took off his shirt, shorts and underpants. He was also hard and gave each.