Kuch der sehlane ke baad unhone mera land muh me liya or is tarah choosa jaise ki lollypop ho 15 min choosne ke baad jab mujse control nahi hua to men...e muh me hi jhaad diya or bhabhi is tarah use Pi gayi jaise koi milkshake pi rahi ho uske baad bhi bhabhi use choosti rahi jad dobara khada ho gaya to unhone kaha ki ap meri poyaar bhujha de mene apna mota lund unki choot pe raha or aaram se dhaka mara lund dhire se choot me sama gaya pata nahi ya to mera lund mota tha ya choot choti par dalte hue. ’ ‘Sure you don’t mind? I am hungry.’ ‘No, of course! Eat two!’ She laughed. ‘I was thinking three.’ We sat on the grass talking while I inhaled three hot dogs and Alicia sipped on a diet coke. She told me about her study group of three girls and two guys. I started to wonder about the guys she spent so much time with and what they were like, but she told me and I didn’t have to ask. One was nice, but older and married. The other guy she didn’t care for but tolerated because it really helped to. He told me that my blood was now too thin and any cut would be very serious. His final admonishment was that if I cut myself not to try to stop the bleeding until after I’d called the emergency phone number he gave me. Hell! I was a virtual prisoner in my own home but at least I was out of the hospital. Now I really had time to think. One night I started searching through my library until I found a familiar old cruise book that I’d thought about while in the hospital. As I leafed through the. Baker. Mr. Baker looked down at him and smiled. I saw Mr. Brown’s tongue jut out and lick along the opening in the end of Mr. Baker’s penis. Mr. Baker let out a moan and moved his far hand to the back of Mr. Brown’s head, ensuring that I could still see the action. Mr. Brown had continued his licking and had just began running his tongue around Mr. Baker’s head when I looked back down at him. I heard Mr. Baker suck in a breath, but I didn’t dare look away this time. I could tell by the way his.