He waved a hand as the two newcomers entered. On the ceiling of the room, projected from behind the couch, a series of images of temple carvings swung... slowly back and forth, the pale figures clinging to one another in a timeless parade of lust.Gregg gestured to the cascading images of penetration, masturbation and sexual gymnastics, "Khajuraho has nothing to compare to these, nothing," he said. He smiled disarmingly, lounging back in his white Dhoti Kurta, the fine gold embroidery that trimmed. ." No, it's Alex as in Viking god. He's my trainer - Greg's best friend." You mean you have a strange man working with you like this? How could Greg do this to you? How can you stand it?" Oh, don't blame Greg. Alex is a perfect gentleman. I thought I would die of embarrassment at first, or just quit. He got me through it, and now I can relax with him and just talk. He even comes early on Tuesdays now and swims with me. Greg says I can start running outside now, and Alex has promised to run with. The hand descended in a blur, palm connecting with a soft young buttock half a dozen times in rapid succession. The slapping sound caused Matthew to grimace - and stiffen just a little. Mia yelped at each smack, her left bum cheek glowing as the hand moved away. Not wishing to neglect the right one, Tom administered six more of the best on its soft raised mound, leaving the surface a shade of rouge. "Oh, please no more," begged Mia, wriggling and writhing like an eel in his lap.Tom placed a. I knew right then that I would be poking my tongue into her rectum at my very first opportunity.Stormy faced me, grabbed a hold of my knees, and then she did a hand stand right in front of me. She was very athletic and quite a good gymnast. Her ass was right in front of my face. She turned around so that I was looking at her pussy very closely instead of her smooth ass. Then Stormy placed her knees on my shoulders and pressed her pussy into my lips. I swear to God that my daughter’s pussy.