Ahhhhhhhhhh chod muje madarjat chod lode me mar jaungi kutte sale santh hathao yanaha se. Mene bhi ek chata jad diyaSali rand chup kar,aaj se tu meri ...kuttiya hai aur mere lode ki nayi rani madarchod chup! Aur aur jor se dhakke dene laga Kuch time mein use bhi maza anane laga aur wo bhi apani gand aage piche hilane lagi aur mein full speed se usaki chut ko fad raha tha woooah maza aa gaya!Mene kaha knyu rani aa raha hei na maza? Rajan karahti hui boli sahib ye bahot bada haimeri to jaan ataki. Not becauseof the beauty of the guest, though that was intriguing as well. No, Mark waswondering what kind of culture must exist behind this parade of pageantry.Who are these men? Where do they come from? And how did they get to thispoint in their lives?All through the show, Mark was taking notes describing the clothing, thehair and the makeup of these men who for the most part, appeared to bewomen. They walked on dressed as career women during one segment, beautyqueens in another, and paraded. She would stroke one as she sucked the other, then switch, she was teasing them so hard both men were moaning. Their cocks were soon throbbing and they were thrusting in both her hand and mouth. While she was sucking and licking one of them, the other slid his hand onto my wife, reaching to touch her wet pussy. She arched into his touch, soon he was fingering her and licking her. His cock was close to her mouth so she switched to take him in, she was sucking his cock as he licked her pussy.. She was not just some k**, she was a woman! I had ducked back around the tree and tried to process what my mind had seen before making the decision to whack off. I told myself I was doing it while watching the other girls, and a couple of them were definitely worth watching, but it was the curves of Kay that finally sent me over the edge.And that was when I heard the fifth basement step creak. My eyes flew open and there was my sister. She was staring at me with a look somewhere between.