And he loved the way her mouth, hands, mummay, and choot made it feel. He guessed that her gand was no stranger to lund either. That would be interest...ing.They fucked at least once every day. And he soon found out that her gand liked lund. He didn’t have the time or energy to chod her mother any more. His long work days limited the opportunities they had together and Parul began complaining.Sanjay thought who he knew men that might be interested in helping. Rajesh was busy enough with her. I wasted no time flicking her clit and then massaging it. She was soaking wet now. Her pussy was making slopping sounds as my fingers moved across her pussy back and forth. I stuck a finger into her hole and she responded by jerking me harder. I slid a second finger in. This time it was easier than earlier today. My other hand still massaging her clit, I could feel her juices all over me. Again I met resistance at the second knuckle depth. She gasped. I withdrew slightly then pushed back again. What would she think? Would she think me perverted? I couldn't allow her to find out and would go to any length and do whatever Randy asked me to do to avoid her or my other friends finding out. Last night, he called and asked me to shave the hair off my cock and balls paying particular attention to my asshole. If he found one hair, he said he would touch up one of the videos he had downloaded on the Internet and make it clear for anyone looking to see who the whore was taking it up the. Many are illegal, immoral and/or impossible. Never try this in real life. You do not have mental powers. ***** One of my favorite pastimes is people-watching. Sitting somewhere comfy and watching the world go by. Because I never stay more than a few nights in any one town I am often in coffee shops, cafes, bars and such, so I guess it’s good that I enjoy it. Some people like to make up stories about the lives of the people that pass by. I don’t, because I’m a telepath. I can read the real.