Jab wo mujhe ghar ke baahar mili, to bhi maine unhe nahi bulaya. Haalanki wo mere se baat karna chaahti thi.Fir 4th day maine unke message ka reply Ki...ya( remember, zyada der tak bhi ignore na karna, warna baat bigad sakti hai)Me: Hanji bolo kya hai? Kab se message kar-kar ke pareshan kiya hua hai.Aunty: Acha ji, maine pareshan kiya hai? To shuru kisne kiya tha?Me: To maine sorry boli thi na.Aunty: Ha, to itni jaldi pyar ka bhoot shant ho gaya?Me: Jab aapko mujhme interest hi nahi, to main bina. Sharon felt the pulsing length sliding in and out. She felt it pushing the ache inside of her up and out, rising and rising until it spilled out of her mouth in a stream of moans and obscenities: "That's it you fucking little shit. Fuck me like the nasty little cunt whore that I am. Put me down on the ground and spread my legs and treat me like I deserve. Make me your filthy little fuck slave, Marcus."He tensed and quivered. It seemed the dirty talk was too much stimulation for him, as she felt. Behind screens painted as naked women were 8 naked women. Through the cut outs, I could see their tits and their pussies, but not their faces. Whilst Beth was seated on a chair with other women, I along with two others was instructed to go to the women and fondle their tits and pussies then guess who's parts we had just felt up. I had no idea about the first woman, but her tits felt nice and her pussy was soaking wet. The second one was easy and I picked out my wife. I was right and told to. She kissed me all over my body, she gave me a bite on my nipples.Then she opened my jeans and kissed on my dick over my underwear… she kept on kissing on my dick…I felt awesome…I moaned out “awwwwwww”. She than slowly took out my dick…she said with an exciting sound …wow! Its bigger than ‘Shekher’s’. I smiled, she than slowly circled her tongue around the tip of my dick…the mere touch of her tongue made my dick more hard, it was almost paining…she than opened her lips and took my dick inside.