Mere baare mepuchne lagi kaha rehete kya karta a opchre te. o muj se bhat karre te me usse boob dekra ta ais ra ta ke me daba daba ke juice nikaldu o ...notic karre magar kuch nai bole.bhat karte karte 2 baj gaya .tab o bole muje jana a mere husband anne wala a . toh me bola ja ja jaldi phone ing o ra. .again gusse medek chala gye. . . ussa ka husband such me ayya and i slept of …evening fir se o akke mere chaci se akke bhat karre te magar uska pura nazar mere pe e ta re. tab o mere chaci se bole. I caught hold of her firm ass, which was real soft. I started massaging her ass as she pumped my penis. She started moaning loudly. She was getting close to her orgasm. Her closed eyes, and her soft moans made me realize that i was also getting close to losing absolute control of my body. I was lying on my back all this time while she was riding me. I got up and sat with her on my lap. This is one of the sacred poses of having sensual sex. I told her to resume her thrusting activity up and down. Oh, her hair. I just came on her mouth in her fucking living room. I can taste myself. Holy shit I can taste myself! Our dance in the small bathroom became obsessive. Unfamiliar hands were finding new-fangled toys. Karen held my head tightly as I threw caution to the wind and traced the plump sides of her lovely breasts. Our mouths locked in place; moaning into the hollow of each other’s souls; singing the song we had just written moments ago. Her right hand roamed my back so delicately, so. ‘Well you don’t need to worry about that, Marilyn. I’m here,’ Penny said. She softly kissed Marilyn’s hand. Penny felt as Marilyn’s hand softly stroked her face, and felt a couple of tears out of Penny’s eyes as well. The two women felt this moment as a time of union, of loss shared. They did not snap at each other, they did not growl. Penny moved slowly, alongside Marilyn on the bed, and they giggled at each other, avoiding the tubes and lines until they were able to hold each other. This.