She moved her fingers like a musician over the living instrument.She could feel the slack black foreskin beginning to tighten. She continued palming a...nd fingering the horsecock. Her next move was to stroke its length.She gushed with pleasure as it grew in her hand. She jerked the foreskin back and forth on the staff, feeling the shaft engorging with animal blood.She held it in her palm and held up the tip. Her thumb ran along the puckered slit at the top. Her red thumbnail probed a little ways. Bonnie later told me that a part of her fell in love with Hank at that moment. No other man had ever made her feel that way and she knew she could not give that up.Sharon helped Bonnie back into her original clothes. The two walked up the stairs, and as they did Hanks cum flowed down her leg. So what the hell was I doing during this. During the moaning and groaning and screaming. I was outside swimming in the pool. Of course if I had bothered to look into the widows down stairs I would have. I lower my face and breathe on the nipple. Warm moist air; another breath then extend my tongue and lick around your aureola, not allowing your nipple the contact. It’s so hard, wanting to give you everything right now, yet wanting this feeling to last. Ohhh. Loving the feeling, all adding to the pleasure as my nipples harden and swell in anticipation. I feel the coolness when you breathe where your tongue has dampened my skin. Aching for you to take it into your mouth, but enjoying what you. Itne dayr main didi boli acha passay dayti hon . Or didi nay apna aik haath nechay say nikaal kar mujhay passay day diya .Maine passay pakray or bed ki side per rahk diya or khud didi per layta raha . Kuch dayr baad didi boli ab to tum ne passay lay liyan hain ab jao . Mujhay sonay do .Ab mujhay be kuch samhj nahi aa rahi thi ab kiya karon . Or main didi kay oper say uth to para magar didi ki hips kay pass unki thighs per apnay gothno kay bal baitha raha . Mera lund full hard ho chuka tha or.