“Fucking Ted is a douche bag………, he’s fucking that slut, Teresa Hernandez.”, she protested. “Sorry to hear that Maggie, but I mean it’...s not like the first time.”, I laughed. “Yea, I know. The sad thing is……. He’s not even a good fuck.”, she giggled. “Sorry to hear that too.”, I replied. Maggie reach down into her large tote bag and pulled out two bottles of beer. She twisted the top of one and offered me the other. “No thanks Maggie…I’m driving.”, I said, declining. She shrugged her shoulders. After another minute or so she added her little finger, getting a very loud moan in response. Cynthia’s hands gripped her hair tighter and pulled her in. “OH GOD!” Anna increased her pace in response to the outcry and soon was rewarded with yet another explosion, this one larger than the first. As she felt the spasms slow, she pulled her fingers out and lowered her head, lapping up the nectar that was still dripping. Then she sat up and Anna leaned down, kissing her and tasting their mixed. He would cover me in his juice. We would roll around and make this dry on our bodies. The next morning wakes to wash the memories away. Henry left a change of a life time memory. I could not chance this, not ready to be a wife, surly not ready to birth a c***d. Moved on from Henry though he sat with me on the beach. Our weekend guest were the Callaway's. The son is much younger and always chased me. I let him catch me this time. I found him like his father, meek and mild. He would do as I ask. My dick was touching her ass , i tried my best to control myself but my hand went to her hot navel ,i was trying to kiss her but she pushed me back,and shouted “whats wrong with you”,she went away and we dint speak for the entire sangeet and next night too.On the evening of baarat, everyone was busy in arrangements . I found ashima in a group of girls.She saw me once but then turned her hot face. I messaged her“you are looking like a hot , sexy pataka.” she was in a black lehenga with backless.