While driving over to Happy Hour, Karen lit up a joint. I only had a few hits as I was driving. Karen liked to party. Once inside the bar, we were hav...ing free drinks and talking to a lot of the guys at work. Everyone wanted to know who my friend was. The common comment among the guys to me was, your friend is hot. She wore white spandex pants with a red sweater and red pumps. She had a big hair, blue eye make-up with bright red lipstick. I could never be that bold. After a couple drinks, the. Mai burke me thi dupatta pehen ke aur wo charo hindu ofcr mere muh me apna lund daal rhe the aur ek admi rec kar rha tha kitna maza aa rha tha. Mujhe bhi unke lund ke upar ki skin mu me lene bohot acha lagi aur hum poora chusa hua thook ek bowl me nikal rahe the bohot der ye hone ke aad maine apne burke ka button khola aur ahiste se nikalne lagi to unhone kaha ke hum utarenge aur wo log nikale to lage magar berehmi se. Maine bhi kaha thk hai jo karna hai karo mai to aapki ho gayi hu uske bad. . I suppose I was the most worried about him. Why? Because I wasn’t too happy about the introduction of a teenaged male into our household. Sally reassured me, though.One thing that did not change was the joy Sally and I took in each other. The presence of the girls had reduced the number of occasions on which we could spontaneously make love during the day. Morning blow-jobs became rare. But she still insisted on nudity whenever possible, even after our acquisition of Jakub. But feeding Junior. You begin to talk but I just whisper, "Shhhhhhhhh- this first." I start unbuttoning your first shirt button, and notice just how wet I have become; so wet that when I shift my legs I hear slight squishing noises coming from my puss. I want you to touch me so badly! I want your fingers feeling my juices, your hands cupping my breasts and your tongue in my mouth, but I wait. After unbuttoning your shirt down to your belt I run my tongue along your bare skin. I nibble, lick, and kiss.