“Now there’s a spectator sport I could have taken an interest in,” I commented. “What do you mean ‘spectator’?” she asked. “Your a pre...tty mean hand yourself. I’ve seen you in action. But no more stalling. I want a story. And I want it now.” “All right,” I began. “First, your clothes. You are wearing loose-fitting denim overalls and a baseball cap.” “Wow, the number of fantasies I have that begin that way...” said Vanessa, sarcastically. “Now, now,” I scolded her, “who’s telling the story and. .."She went really quiet when I lay the pictures out. "You might as well stop lying now. I've got it all, for at least the last five weeks, on video. And Jamison. Really? His name is James. Did you know most of his old friends call him Jimmejam? Seems he wanted to be a rapper while he was in high school." Thaat's not true. Stop calling him that!" Jamison, Jamison, Jamison. Jimmiejam, Jimmiejam, Jimmiejam. Has a ring to it, doesn't it? Jimmiejam Jamison, Redneck Rapper. He could bust rhymes. Between my legs my rigid cock points upward in anticipation of what you'll do to me. You walk up to me, wearing only your pants. You stop with your erection bulging through your tight jeans just inches from my face. I look up at you and ask you if I can touch it. You look down and say "yes". I put my hand over your hard, manly erection and rub it through your jeans. My other hand goes to the bottom of your massive bulge, massaging your balls. Your cock throbs with power as my hands touch it. So. ” Ajmal haste hue bola, “Haan, mast maal hai, kya chut hai, aur upar se iska chikna gora gora badan, maja aa gaya.”Fir usne mujhe niche jhuka kar mujhe bahon mein kas liya aur mere dono breasts uski chest se ghisne lage. Woh bhi mujhe lips pe, gaal pe, gardan pe chumne laga, aur apna cock meri pussy mein jhor jhor se andar bahar karne laga. Ajmal bola, “Aab ise kutiya bana kar chodta hu.” Main ne kaha, “Bas, please mujhe jane do, please.”Bhikha aur Ajmal ne mujhe ek chote se khilone ki tarah.