“mangta hai kya saali ?” he asked sleepily.“yes,” I said.“kaise karegi ?”“tum karo aur mujhe dabao….Mujhse khelo….Aaj man kar raha h...ai ki koi mard mere saath khele…koi jawaan mard……very fair…sexy…with a long hard very fair land deep inside my vagina…so that I could hold his pole tightly deep inside me as he would fuck me…..Aao mujhe ragad do…aaaaooouuuuhhhhhh naaaa”……..And with this I squeezed my hubby’s land and also his balls..“oyeeee….Pagal hogayi hai kya saali…..Tatte kyon dabaa rahi hai. Then I felt the head of his cock begin to stretch my slit open. I grunted as he slowly pumped his cock into me. I felt my young slit stretch to accomidate his large penis. " Oh yeah Kacey, let your tight little cunt take my cock inside. I could feel his fat hairy chest and cock rubbing my against my young naked body. It felt like he was going to rip me in half as he contenued to shove his cock inside of me. He maintained eye contact with me as he slowly sunck his cock deeper and deeper into my. We then continued till she cummed first all over my hand and fingers, i then cummed couple minutes later exlpoding all over her face and into her mouth.. i then got on my knees and started to lick her juices out her driping wet cunt. i could feel her getting ready to cum again. she started orgasming and screaming with pleasure as i fucked her with my tongue, she then grabbed my hair as she let a river of cum into mouth and screaming ooooooh fuck yeeea. I licked up every drop. She then got me on. He had heard people say that no one ever consciously knew when they were dreaming and that they never saw colors in their dreams. But, in nearly all of his dreams, he knew that he was dreaming. As for the colors, he had seen colors in his dreams for as far back as he could remember.“Perhaps it has something to do with a person’s imagination,” he thought to himself. “It might be that only the people with highly developed imaginations are able to see colors in their dreams. And, maybe, it’s only.