Amar sathe kono kotha bollo na…amio lojjay bolte parchilam na…..maa er chokh mukh sukno chilo…r fola fola….dekhei bujhte parchilam…sararaat ...kedeche….ghumayo ni….evabei katlo dupur porjonto…keu kaur sathe kotha bolchilam na…dupure khoyar por amar ghore ese dorja tavejiye diye bichanay sulam…..kichukkhon suyechilam…hotat dekhi maa dorja ta thele ghore dhuklo…..aste aste matha nichu kore amar samne boslo….ami taratari uthe boslam…..prothome kono kotha bolchilam na….tarpor aste aste jiggasa. We just came back from that restaurant, SW Steakhouse. Things kind of started getting hot and heavy in the limos heading back to the suites at the Palm.”She went on to say, “From the limos it transferred up to the suite. Jennifer, you should have seen David and Jill’s suite. It is easily twice the size of your home.”Jennifer now seemed to be focused on Diane’s explanation of ‘adult night’.“Diane, did both you and my son participate in this ‘adult night’?” Jennifer asked.“Absolutely! It was. He had plenty of experience on how to get girls off and he could tell it was already working. Small moans were now beginning to sound and Anthony knew now was the time to go all in. He moved down, spread her legs apart and kept them apart with his own legs and lined up her pussy with his dick. With one well aimed thrust he penetrated her and she screamed the loudest scream yet. Not stopping there Anthony began thrust in her, her pussy tearing at the size of his cock. He began to thrust harder,. Then he moved upto my shoulders,releasing the straps to my dress.Back in England my boyfreind would struggle to remove my bra,Anthony's experience with women showed,skillfully removing my bra in a second or two.My dress fell down to my waist,then i felt his hands on my hips,he gripped my underwear,then pulled until the material ripped.My heart was beating so fast,was this really happening,i was about to fuck with a 59 year old blackguy,and a freind of my dad.I thought about my boyfreind back in.