I relaxed my head when we pulled away for another brief moment, Probably both trying to catch a breath or two. When his fingertips made their way back... to my hairline, he curled them behind my ear, softly pausing at my jawbone for a moment to smile at me before he kissed me again. His hand continued down my neck to my collarbone, fondling a lock of hair for a moment before he traced over to my strap, slipping his thumb underneath and sliding it off of my shoulder. I welcomed the gesture, and,. Fuck my choot with that long, talented tongue of yours.” I sat on the bed next to Manisha. I ran my hand across her ass, and down toward her sopping snatch. She moaned softly, not taking her mouth from Bharati ‘s cunt she did spread her legs to give easy access to my probing fingers. I slid two fingers into her dripping choot, causing her to moan and buck her hips.”You like eating her wet choot, don’t you?” I coaxed, “i’ll bet she has a sweet tasting cunt. Would you like to share?Lifting her. The drive homeI purchased a motor home for a whilst working on a short contract in the UK, I found myself driving up to see friends after a weeks work on a Friday evening. Having finished for a 3 day weekend I started the drive north and found myself getting sleepy on the route. Not knowing the A11 too well I pulled over in a layby to look at the map, my luck was in, a food van was there. A cup of strong coffee and some food later I left and found my way further up the A11 and into Thetford. Sometimes she wonders about it. He took her, unlike before. His sullenness and what seemed like desperation has a way of worrying her. Reflecting on his in-securities and the sweetness in the words he spoke make her smile. He is good and strong. She's a good girl not to worry him. Working fingers over the already over fucked clit, she feels the swollen-ness and cunt juices on her hand. Tenderly she rubs the sweet thing thinking of her man gone. She rubs thinking about the abuse it's gonna get.