Chuti hote hi van ki tarf bhag li . Van ke paas phunchi to dekha sabhi bache aa chuke hai or kala sabko van me betha raha hai . M bhi kale ke paas jak...ar khadi ho gai to kala mujhe dekh muskuraya or meri tarf aankh mar di . Mujhe hasi k sath sath sharm bhi aa gai or muskurate hue niche muh kar liya .Sabko bithane ke baad kale ne mujhe bhi bethene ka ishara kiya . M uski tarf dekh kar muskurate hue gadi me bethne lagi . Mere bethne ke baad kala pehle khud beth gaya fir bhai ko god me bitha liya .. .humph...." she breathed. "Pull at my nipples. Milk me!" she said between breaths. "My hands are in your ass, you stupid whore!" I said laughing. "Shit!" she realized what she was asking for was impossible. "Keep fucking my asshole". "Yes mother!" I said and intensified the double fist anal massage I was giving her. Then it happened. I watched her lift her ass high up in the air as the first jet of water squirted out of her pussy onto the bed. "AAAAH!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. I. Jess cleared her throat very loudly.“Oh! Sorry!” I said as I dropped down to my knees between her legs. I flipped the lid of the bottle open and squirted a stream directly on Jess’ rosebud. The trickle ran down her ass towards the floor but I reached in and caught it with my index finger.Out of the corner of my eye, I could tell Emma and Brent were watching intently; not that I blamed them, I would have been too.I pushed my greasy finger against Jess’ back door. The tip of my digit penetrated. You go anywhere else on the planet and the air feels "sticky" and you notice the sky is no longer blue.You consider a three-piece suit to be a pair of shorts, a sweatshirt, and Birkenstocks.Your bridal registry is at REI (you know, the Superstore off Speer!).You can run up 10 flights of stairs without huffing and puffing.You have stood on solid ground and looked down on an airplane in flight.Cowboy boots are proper footwear with a Tuxedo.And finally:Knowing that Texas and California are.