Mummy= mere jite je mai aisa nhi hone dungi.Papa guse se laal ho gaye or aakar mummy ko thapad marne lage. Mujhe raha nhi gaya to mai unke bich aakar ...mummy ko bachane laga.Mai= papa kya ho gaya hai apko kyun maar rhe hai mummy ko.Papa mujhe bhi bahut gusse me dekhe.Papa mujhe bhi marne lage.Papa= teri itani himat apne baap se jaban ladayega hann. Mummy mujhe bachane lagi.Mai= pagal kar degi bo aunty apko or iss ghar ko. Meri baat sun kar papa or mummy chonk gaye. Papa mujhe or marne lage .. Typing the words as fast as I mentally heard them was going well, as I had the controller play my blues rendition of the theme and then the country. The words flowed and sounded good, but it would take some refinement and a lot of instrumentation to get it right. I was happy to get the tune out of my head though. There were a couple more that were pushing to be played, but I figured one was enough. The girls were in the lounge listening while waiting for me to finish.Lisa and I rode with Sue. I do the same to him. I’m left in a black thong, and my sexy lilac-colored bra. He kisses me again, letting his hands explore my body. I moan out when his lips leave mine. He kisses his way down to the top of my thong. He pulls it away slowly, waiting for any sign of resistance from me. I give none. He slips them all the way off and kisses the top of my clit. He allows his fingers to explore inside me. My juices are already slowly spilling from me. He presses his mouth to me . I feel his tongue. Nikky was the new kid on the block. Much to Dave’s surprise, the tiny brunette was basically ‘stacked’. She dressed conservatively at work, and ‘stacked’ on a tiny woman meant she didn’t have near the amount of tit flesh that taller women had, and so she just didn’t appear to have a rack until one saw her almost naked, and then you were seeing a Barbie doll, with magnificent breasts and girlish figure. Further, he learned that she wore a sports bra most of the time that more or less compressed.