Jab sham ko doodh ki dukan par jab ham ekatrit huwe to maine gudiya ke dil ki baat un se kahi. Maine unse pucha ki is bare main un ki kya ray hain. To... sabhi razi ho gaye. Us din thusday tha hamne socha ki kyo na Sunday ko kisi jagha picnic par jaya jaye. Picnic par maza bhi ho jaye ga aur kisi ko pata bhi nahi calega. Hamne ek hill station par jane ka program banaya. Sabhi ne apne apne kaam ko baat liya. Aahu ko hamne kaam diya ki wo condom aur power badane wali tablete aur oil le kar aye.. Even now it is not too late. If it is paining tell me. I will withdraw. It is not worth this pain)She screamed out. “Nahin Nahin please mat nikaalna. Dard to hai lekin kuch time ke baad dard aur jalna dono kum ho jayega. Aur phir mujhe mazaa aane lage ga. Give me some time to relax.”(No no please don’t withdraw. It hurts but after some time the pain and burning sensation will die down. I will surely enjoy it then.)“Theek hai. Take your time. Tell me when you are ready”I reached out to her. My wife released her grip on his johnson and readily complied with his demand. She rose gracefully and stood before Sam, stripping off her shirt and tossing it aside. “Oh, fuck, nice fucking rack, bitch!” he said jerking his own penis as he ogled my wife’s bare boobs. It irked me that she let him call her a bitch without so much of a peep in protest. “Shake ‘em for me,” he ordered. And I watched my wife’s bare back in dismay as she shimmied her shoulders and shook her tits for this dumb jock. . Greg let out a grunt that sounded half of surprise, half of pleasure, and started to pump his cock down my throat even faster and more forcefully. I wriggled my finger back and forth and started to rotate it, just to get him used to the sensation. I knew from my recent experience with my own asshole that being filled there was quite an enjoyable feeling as long as you had time to get used to the pressure. Come to think of it, Greg was probably enjoying this even more than I had, because now.