Unhone mere clothes nikalne ko hana, mene lower on chod ke sare kapde nikal diye n mera dick to phyle se hi hard ho gaya tha jo ki unko samaj me aagay...a tha, mene unhe bhi nude hone ko kaha vo apni panty nhi nikal rhi thi mene khud hi nikal di n vo apne face ko hand se cover kr ke bathi rhi , ye meri phyle chut (pussy) thi so mene phyle use darshan kiye , ye dekh kr vo thodi hass padi n veda (pagal) aise unke muh se nikla , mene unke boobs choosna chalu kar diya , phyle to chut chatne me ajib. " What do you mean?" begged Margie. "Why eighteen hours?" They gave us twenty four hours to give them our answer." he said. "I kind of want to wait until the last minute, just in case they decide to raise the ante." How much?" screeched Margie."Only twenty million," said Bob, trying to be off hand about it. He was still shaking too."Twenty..." Margie's eyes rolled up in her head and a thirty dollar bottle of wine crashed onto the floor as she fainted. Both men jumped to help her as the wine. I thought about canceling it, since my mind was filled with distractions, but then I remembered how nice a distraction Theresa could be, and I took her to the Lake.Theresa was catholic, so her limits were pretty firm, but she had nice tits and let me fondle and suck them while she jacked me off. All I could think of as she stroked my cock was Bill Arnold's dong in Ann Macafee's hand, and later in her mouth. I'd asked Theresa for a blowjob before and been turned down, but I asked again. Her. And then she begins talking between the brief spells of frantic licking and sucking of my cock, to give me little snippets of her mind. How she’s thought about me ever since that night in Gloucester. How she masturbates in bed at night, thinking about our first night together. How when she sucks her husband off, she wishes it was me. How when he’s fucking her, she’s imagining it’s me.And her words send my own imagination running, how its me that’s ploughing into her tight little blonde cunt..