By the end of a semester you could literally weigh my notes by the pound. Evidence of that was everywhere, with foolscap, textbooks and binders piled ...precariously on every flat surface.Leafing through one binder, I noticed that the date on the last page of notes was Friday, December 7th, 1984. Not a date that particularly meant anything to me. Likely the last day of lectures in the fall semester. Perhaps it was exam season. Then the thought struck me -- please don't let this be yet another. Acche se lund chuswane ke baad Rahul ne Priti ko bistar pe sulate uske uppar ulta soke lund uske muh mai dake khud Priti ki chut chatne laga.Priti ki bina jhatwali chut ungliyo se kholte Rahul jeebh se Priti ki chut chodne laga.Priti behaal hoke kamar uthake apni chut Rahul ke muh pe ragadte uska lund chuste ab gotiya bhi chus rahi thi.Poore kamre mai ab lund aur chut chatne ki awaz thi.Rahul ke chatne se Priti aur mast hoti gaye.Ab usko sharam nahi thi.Woh Rahul ka lund ho sake utna muh mai. “Now, tell us what is so important about this watch,” she demanded.“Before I say anything else, I’ve been puzzled about something. School started at UW yesterday. I’m on leave for a year. Ashley, when do you have to be back?”“I’m going to be forward, Cole. I understand waiting till Christmas to marry so our families can all be together if you insist. But I’d rather do it now. In lieu of that, I want to live with you and Mary Beth. I don’t think I could bear to be apart from you two anymore. I. She was continuously pushing her pussy on my face while I was licking her. Big booty with delicious pussy on my mouth made me more aroused.She then got down and asked me, “Which position?”I said, “Ride my dick, aunty.”She said, “Don’t call me aunty” and laughed. Even though she was a bit tired, she didn’t refuse and got on top of me and grabbed my hard cock and guided it to her glory hole. She then started jumping on my cock and I too kept pushing while I was lying on the bed. I grabbed her big.