Ami ar sojjo karte pari na ami sange sange bami kare phali.Cheleta bale sali bami karli khabar tor bami chete nai to toke petrol dhale puriye phalbo.A...mikade uthi ,bali amay chare dao, oi pasan hridoy cheleta amar maite akta lathi mare ami megjete pare jai .O amar sari ta kamor obdhi tole amar panti khule amar gude abar akta lathi mare ami abar jore cachate thaki . Sata sune sabai chute ase ar amar oi abastha dekhe haste thake ar amar gaye thututu phelte thake.Ami bollam tomra janowar na manush. " And he got up and started rubbing my shoulders "look just relax brother and chill." He said in a softer tone "it aint like anyone is going to say anything." "What the fuck man" was all i could say. "Bro face it you got you a little feminine freak in there. I bet you got something good locked up in that suitcase just waiting to be put on." He said rubbing a little harder. Again i was speechless "look man you ever had a real dude all up inside you." He asked sliding back to his chair "no " i. Perfect Honey, I'm nice and full...Thank you Baby”. Ron backed, covered and sat beside her. Helen had closed her legs and Sharon said, “Can I see, please”. Ron reached over, pulled Helen's dress back as she opened her legs. Her cunt was gaped open, covered in thick white cum, and her cunt hole held a mass of pudding thick cum, slowly oozing out. Sharon wheezed, “oh my fucking god! That could make a fucking Army! Is it like that every time”? Helen giggled saying “No! Most of the time it's more”!. Vo ab pure mood mein thi usne kaha kee ab nahin raha jaata to maine unko bed pe lita diya aur mera land unki choot par ragadne laga.Tabhi vo bolee jaan… aur mat tadpaayo…. Daal do…. Please…. Apna poora lund. Maine bhi aur der na karte hue ek jor ka jhatka diya to poora lund unaki choot mein chala gaya, usne jor se cheekhna start kiya, unke pure ghar mein unki aavaaze goonj rahi thi. Phir thodi der mein vo shaant ho gayi to maine bhi apne dhakke slow se thoda fast kar die. Ab vo bhi maje lene.