Then you mention how each message made you smile through such a horrible day. Just then I start to pant and moan in your ear. You beg me to stop, but ...I can’t. I tell you of the shower and what happened. Then I tell you how she's eating me out right at the moment we're talking. I hear you groan with anguish which turns me on even more. I hear you drop the phone and hushed voices. You tell me you're coming right home. I can’t let you leave just yet though. Not when I'm about to cum all over her. I then walked back on Bridge to the Sydney Museum and north on Phillip to the Justice and Police Museum. I’d seen a poster about an exhibit called “Bushrangers behind Bars” and was curious. It was only open on weekends.I walked back to the Sydney Museum and went to the desk where a volunteer asked whether I was a member.“I don’t know. Can you look it up?”“Usually. But the computer’s down.”“Perhaps you have reciprocity with other museums?”“Oh, yes.”I took out my Australian Museum photo ID. “Will. "My god," she finally said "How long have u wanted to do that?" He beamed at her, as he stood to reveal another aching hard on. "Jenny, I need you, you cant go, you must stay and satisfy me" he said. She sit up, slid a finger into herself and sucked it clean, the mixture of their cum was fantastic, an intoxicating smell and flavour. She beackoned him closer and drove a finger into her, then kissed him so he could taste the sweet combination they made.. He looked in her eyes, bright, happy and radiant with lust. He kissed her open mouthed and wet and their tongues dueled with one another. Thakur Hari Singh drove in deep and strong, with powerful strokes of his hips. He held Binita's hips in his hands as he pounded into her. Binita shook and shuddered as the entire depth of her sheath felt the rush of his hot penis and every bit of every stroke as he entered and left her with a definite rhythm.She felt one more of the several orgasms well up.