The farmer was friendly and had no reservations about me using his field for testing and practice. In exchange, I had made a point of keeping the wild... hog population down on his property.I loaded a couple of the box magazines, one with regular shells and the other with hogloads. The AA-12’s barrel was shorter than the barrel on my shotguns, not by much, but possibly enough to make a difference. That was one of the first things I wanted to settle. I started off with hogloads since I was very. I shoved my tongue in his mouth, my kiss growing passionate as I felt my very core start to smoulder deep within and I tore his shirt off over his head, revealing his magnificent bare chest, honed from a regimen of pushups, pullups, and squats.“Do you want us to fuck you, Bunny?”“Yes. Please. I don’t know what’s come over me. I need you to make me your whore right this instant!”“You heard her, wife. Let’s give her what she wants.”Wasting no time, he pulled his pants and boxers off, leaving him. My first proper sex:I was 20 years old in the second year of college and used to live in Noida. I and my flatmate who used to live in a two-bedroom apartment. It was just two rooms on the top floor of a house with an outside kitchen and bathroom and a small baramda.We both used to sleep in our rooms. The covered baramda was a common space connecting the rooms and the kitchen and bathroom with our bedrooms. My flatmate and I had a maid. We used to call her Auntie ji. She was about 40, a Bengali. She didnt care that her dress fell down. She loved having his hands playing with her boobs. Holding them in his hands, bouncing them up and down. She loved when he played with her nipples. It just made everything that much better. She let out a loud moan. She felt him so deep inside her. Deeper than anything shed ever felt. She bit her lip as she knew she was about to climax. Her eyes shut tight. She kept going up and down on him, knowing that ultimate euphoria was about to take place. He saw.