Mera lund b kharra honay laga tha or oos ki tangoo main touch ker raha tha jis say mujay or b maza aa raha tha. Or wo b mera lund apni tangoo main ehs...oos ker k meray sath chimti ja rahi thi or bohat taiz taiz sansain lay rahi thi. Phir main nay os say kameez utarnay ko kaha to oos nay kaha k khood hi utar lo to main nay jhut say oos ki kameez utar di wah kia mammay thay black bra main dhoodiya mammay daikh ker to main pagal ho gaya or foraan oos ki bra utar di or oos k mammay choosanay laga oos. You know the clichés, living life to it's fullest; you only go around once in life, that sort of thing."Anyway, the first two times the three of us were together was wonderful. I got off in ways that I'd never experienced before. She was a very pretty woman, about five or six years older than me, and an expert on pleasing another woman. Eventually she became possessive and wanted me alone. I like men better, so the three of us broke up."By that time she was massaging her thigh just above her. “I am sure you did,” I replied smoothly. “Michelle, have you got any concerns with what Clare has told you?” “None at all. She has been up front and honest with me. In fact, she was grateful that I put the two of you in touch.” “It was her front that started all this,” I thought to myself, remembering the way she filled her blouse and the button that popped. “If the truth be known, Clare’s idea of being ‘put in touch’ would be a physical interpretation of the phrase as well.” “I have told her. She started to turn away, but the Count shook his head at her. It was enough. Like a frighteted deer, she watched as the Count edged his cock up to her lips and rubbed it all over them. Slowly, slowly he edged it into her hot, wet mouth, watching his cock disappear through her parted lips, all the way in, then slowly back out as it emerged wet and glistening.„Suck it, slut!“ he ordered. „Suck it until it comes in your mouth!“ He slid it back in, slowly, again, feeling her teeth on his cock as.