Main tumhaare choot men poore jor se thel raha hoon apna lund. Mere pure lund ko apne bur men lelo.” “Chodo aur jor se chodo. Poora bheetar pel pe...l ke chodoooo …. Mere Rajaaa …” Main use paaglon kee tarah chode jaa raha tha. “Oh Sushmita darling ! Main jaa raha hoon. Lo sambhaalo.” “Main bhee jharne vaalee hoon. Oh …… Maaro meree choot aaj jeeeee bhar ke ….” Aur is baar ant sant bakte huye ham saath saath jhare. Mere lund se ras ke phavvaare chhut rahe the aur uskee choot mere ras se bharee jaa. .. and then Billie squats on the sofa with her legs spread and she takes off her jeans and thong and starts masturbating buck naked while one of the guys pushed my face between her legs and on to her pussy.I was more than drunk ... the screwdriver tipped me over the edge and I was licking and sucking and feeling good and feeling very sexy, the guys are all laughing and some were smacking my ass again ... and then I felt my legs being touched from behind ... I couldn't look back because Billie. Shortly after that conversation, we agreed to be married. That was April of our senior year, and we made the announcement during the Memorial Day weekend, right after graduation. We had surreptitiously gathered both families, then we dropped the word on them. Well. ‘Happy’ isn’t adequate, both sides were ecstatic. We settled into jobs — I was an accountant, working toward a CPA, she had earned a BSN (Nursing) — and began planning the wedding. Fast forward to the next May. We married in a church. "I know - I'll make some changes that she would never do on her own." The paints came out and I started mixing the colors I wanted. The original picture had been good enough and the material of mom's silk blouse shear enough that I had painted in the bumps of the straps of her bra. These I slowly painted out leaving a smooth shoulder. I sat back admiring my work. "It definitely needs something else" I thought. "Nipples." I chucked "definitely needs nipples." at the thought my deft brush strokes.