We didn’t want to be pornstars. Maybe the occasional film that we make, but not professionally. We did go to school for a reason. So we agreed that... once we graduated, we would move wherever the best jobs took us. We decided that whoever got the first really good job offer, we would move there, and the other would find work. With our monetary reserves we could easily afford to move on a whim. We both also agreed that at some point we wanted to have kids. Problem with that is the dent in our. I was totally submissive and I loved the feeling, she was smoking her head bent back, her hair flowing down with my hair clenched in her hand. She steered me close, I could smell her panty, wow amazing the scent was.Her:madarchod, kaisa laga meri chuth ki khushbooMe: panty tho kholo aur taste karne do, bataungaHer: ha, madarchod, le khol de tu hi, saale, tu mera Randi hi.Me: ha, mam, make me your slaveHer: panty khol. Mera aur chaat bhosdikeI pulled down her panties, there it was, all hairy. "So in a combination of wishful thinking that she was truthful in saying she rarely does this sort of thing (so as to avoid an STD) and my confidence in my ability to pull out (so as to avoid pregnancy), I went in barebone. My dick slid right in and plumbed balls deep into her lovely tunnel, which made me wonder how "rarely she did this sort of thing," but there was no turning back. She let out a low, guttural noise when I first penetrated her and said, "Oh yeah, I knew it would feel like. His father has died a few years ago. Today as we were visiting my folks, Mother informed me that Richard's mother had died the previous evening and her funeral would be held the next day. Before we left town, I wanted to run by and express my condolences to Richard and his family. I tried to remember the name of his older sister and his brother and his wife. I could not recall any of them."How long are we going to be here," my wife Pat, asked?"Surely not long," I answered. I just wanted to.