..you got me there “I said surprised, “I’d have thought my Tallie was a backdoor skank...an arsehole craver...but I can see by your face you are... serious”“Yeah...Talia is great...but I’m a guy...I’ve had arse crack before and I’m frickin addicted...I just don’t know what to do apart from porn?”“Matty, Matty, Matty...we can’t have an unhappy cock in my daughter’s pussy” and I was rubbing his groin and my tongue was in his mouth and his hands were on my arse and it was a smear of foreplay as two. From his actions, I could sense that he is extremely horny and dying for sex.At that moment, I also like to be handled like this, in a rough way and love to be treated like a sludgy slave. We both moved to the bedroom hugged together and he ripped away my sari and I was standing there with my blouse and petticoat. He pushed me to the wall again, held me in my hips and bit and sucked on my thick juicy lips. Intern, I put my arms around his shoulder and hugged him tight. His tongue was exploring. She says it’s private. My own wife saying that.”I moved to him and said “what if I told you that I could get her to…loosen up in bed. Would you like that?”I could see his cock jerk. “She told me you want it rough but she’s scared. I told her I would show her, she just wants to please you.”“How?” he asked, rubbing on of my nipples between two fingers.“Leave that up to me, I know how to turn her into a slut.”He nodded. “But even if you do that, I’m going to see you. I love your big. Pasta con broccoli, with a generous helping of mushroomsto build up the sexual appetite.” She didn’t beat aroundthe bush! “To drink, I thought wine would be nice, but I figuredwe should have some hard stuff to chase it with.” Shepoured two shots of Southern Comfort. “Here’s to fuckinglike animals.”“Cheers!” I downed it. Southern Comfort is famous for picking up the libido,and everything else in the room was made to order for anight of.