Mujhe tujhse baat nahi karni.Shalini ne gusse se phone rakh diya. Main chhip gaya taki Shalini ko pata na chale main uski baate sun raha tha. Mujhe re...alise hua ki Shalini kitni tadaph rahi hai ander hi ander. Isliye woh apne friend Kavita se sab share kar rahi hai. Woh ander hi ander mare jaa rahe hai sex ke liye.Par main kuch nahi kar paa raha hu! Kaisa nalayak pati hu main ki apne biwi ki itni se requirement bhi pooori nahi kar pa raha hun. Aur Shalini mujhse itna pyar karti hai ki sabkuch. Maybe she was considering it after all.Several days went by without us talking about it. She was very verbal while we had sex, or should I say when she used her dildo every night. She talked often about that she wanted to try a big black cock. Every time she talked about it she would cum hard. I asked how she would find a big black cock since we did not know any black men. She smiled and said she was just talking...Friday nights my wife often came home late since she volunteered at some. Laura was a perfect size 10 all around with 32DD breasts that looked so sexy and feminine when they were encased in any of her selection of revealing bras - she never failed to turn me on and she knew I loved her lingerie. Little did she know (or I), just how much I loved panties though.It was her white French knickers that first did it - I was away at University and one day when she came to visit I asked her to bring a pair of her knickers with her so that I had something to remember her by.. Certainly not sapid.Canadian Chad, in his black HIV sweatshirt and ripped up blue jeans, Chad the crazy long legged, lanky, gangly fuck, Chad we call the slender man, examined the meat with squinting, sapient eyes, and shrieked and gagged. Upper lip curled, prognathous jaw extended, he offered an unusual appraisal.“Bro, that’s fucking dog! That’s fucking dog, bro! You ate dog! I know that smell from anywhere. They ate that shit in Korea. Only kimchi is...”I couldn’t hear the last of his words.