Wo boli i am virgin mein nay kaha ok.Aur uss kay neechay takeeya rakh diya aur uski choot me oil lagane laga. Fir badi wali bi bilkul nangi hone lagi ...aur usne sare cloth nikal diye.Maine apna mesile nishanay per rakh ker trager daba diya uss kee choot buhat tight the mein nay zara zoor lagaya too mera topa uss kay andar chala giya uss nay apnay lips sahtee say band ker liya aur apni eyes bhe.mein nay doosara jhatka diya too mera aadha lund andar. Woo roonay lagee keh plss raj aram say karoo. He poured the oil all over my firm breasts. He kneaded each one. He played with my nipple of the one breast and then went to the next breast and did the same thing. He squeezed the oil onto my stomach. His hands worked gently in my stomach region. He was rubbing and it felt so good. Then he squirted the oil on my thighs and calves. His strong hands working them. He then poured the oil onto my bald pussy. He worked his fingers all along my folds of my pussy. Gently his fingers danced up and. Again he reached up and worked his maestro's hands over my jiggling mamories, knowing just how to tweak my fat nipples harder as my pleasure crescendoed and lay off into gentle stroking as it built again. I was nearing my twentieth orgasm or so when he changed tempo and position, pulling out and roughly spinning me over the desk, slapping my ass with his massive arm driving the spank home, I squealed in protest for only a moment, because as he sank his depth-defying dong back into my drooling. ‘Yeah, but that’s normal, right? That’s the problem. Everything – ok, almost everything – about my life has been normal. Middle class family in suburbia, decent grades in school but nothing like yours, no horrific family struggles or anything.’ ‘I’m telling you, it’s a small miracle you’re even here after—’ ‘Jason. Shut up.’ ‘I’m just saying—’ ‘Dude, shut up – I’m trying to putt.’ Jason rolled his eyes, realizing the convenient breaks in conversation that golf provides. Maybe that’s why Andre.