Chanchal – Aap mana mat kar dena kahin. Mujhe to bas wahi chahiye.Main – Tu jo bolegi usi se karwa dunga. Tu bol to sahi.Chanchal – Yaar tu mujh...e galat mat samjhna. Mujhe laga ki tum hi meri help kar sakte ho. Mujhe to bas usi ka lund chahiye.Main – Oh yaar. Tu uska naam bta de ek baar. 100 % karwa dunga. Ab naam bol de. Jyada time kharab mat kar. Jis se bolegi karwa dunga.Chanchal – Ok. Mujhe to bas ek hi aadmi ka lund chahiye woh hain mere papa.Main – Oh kya bol rahi hai tu. Pagal hai kya?. I pull her hips downward with my one free hand, anchoring her. I suck her clit into my mouth and am rewarded with a squeel of pleasure. I roll out from under her just as she collapses, exhausted.With her lying on her back, I feel it is time to finally take this little minx. I move in between her creamy thighs, dick bobbing happily and lean myself over her. Suddenly, her countenance changes and I see doubt in her eyes. She scoots back away from me."Oh, so that's the game," I think to myself.. It gave me shivers and I just got a boner. I tried to control it by swaying the hammock.Kryce went to sit down on the hammock opposite my position and swing it. I can imagine what lies behind his shorts as his bulge looks just perfect. Astonishingly, he moved out of the hammock, stood up and pulled down his shorts, and left was just his blue brief. His favorite color must have been blue. Wow! His bulge is clearer! He just looks so hot with undies on. So I went to ask him if I could also undress. Strands of her long, red hair were now sticking to her large, firm, swollen breasts. For the first time, I noticed she was wearing a silver chain with a crucifix on the end. The symbol of Christianity---sweet irony---currently lay exactly between those luscious tits."What are you, a Bible nut?" I asked. "N-No," she gasped between sobs, "just a Catholic girl. I-I-I wear this around m-my neck all the time t-to protect myself from evil."This made my already-stiff cock even more turgid: I love.