Me bataunga kese mene apne customers ke sath maje kiye hain or unhe services di hain. Lekin me unke naam or sthan badal kar bataunga. Kyoki privacy hi... humari imaandari ka sabut hai. Me yahan kisi bhi customer ka original naam ya pata share nahi karunga. Kya pata unme se koi apke aas paas wali hi ho. Us waqt me college me padhta tha, tab me delhi me naya tha or yahan logon or taur tariko se bhi kam wakif tha. Apni padhayi or rehne ka kharch nikaalne ke liye me ek job ki talash me tha. Kayi dino. My wife removed the Afghan and said you gotta eat my pussy when my husband fucks your ass. Christy hit her knees like lightening burying her face in my wife's pussy. My wife told her to hold on you gotta get naked 1st. As christy removed her clothes I could see my wife taking her in with all her beauty. Christy returned her head to my wife's pussy. My wife told me to fuck Christys ass like I told her I did . But I came in behind christy easing my cock into her pussy as I pumped her she started. And a few red drops - to prove the loss of her virginy in the knickers she wore at the time and kept as a memory, well hidden in a locked box in her chest, together with her teen diaries, from the searching eyes of her too curious, half-Jewish mighty mama. Lousia later showed my her treasure and let me sniff at it. All attiring sexy smelling odeur was gone, if there had been any, as Louisa doesn't remember more excitement than finally getting rid of her pink pussy little cunts curtain. Much. “Maybe try sitting back and relaxing a bit, with a hand somewhere on her.” I chose her shoulder, but before long, I moved my hand over her skin, my eyes roaming even faster than my hand. “Go ahead, boy, touch her little titties, tell me how they feel.” “They feel great, Dad,” I said, after getting my first feel of a girls chest, “Thank you.” “Happy birthday, Son.” I spent a good half hour exploring Marie’s body. Well, I guess I should say I spent about ten minutes.