It was one of my passions. In one job I held a screwdriver and in the other cutting shears. I was a complex woman, a woman men didn’t want to get to... know. I wasn’t needy enough, I made my own money, had my own place, and drove my own car. My reoccurring thought was men want an independent woman until they meet one… I went to bed dreaming of him again. A similar, if not the same dream, for the past 6 months. I was walking down the aisle, only this time I was the bride and all eyes were on me. I. Menee apne 4-5 blacks frends koo randi ko chodnee kee liyee bula liyaa. ek kee pas 3 bull dog bhee thee. vo ghar bulldog chodnee kee liye tayaar nahee thaa. ham sab do gaadeyoo me randi ke ghar pahunch gayee. Menee bell ke to randi nange he darvaza kholnee aayee. Uskaa ek haath chut mee dalaa huaa tha aur dusdree me Bacardi ke bottle thee. Fer usnee hame bhee 3 bacrdee pakda dee. Ek bottle to hamne teno kutto ko pila de aur bakee donio bottle ham panch log neat pee gayee.samnee nangee ladke. I was beginning to understand the fire in my belly that strong sexual urge growing inside me. The music turned up throughout the house and the party started. I danced with Byron for about the first hour. Then tired and thirsty Byron and I went and sat with Tom and Roberto and two other guys. They feed me drinks and I caught every one of them scanning my body as I sat in Byron’s lap. There were other white girls there and Spanish and black. But mostly white girls were at this party. One of the. " My legs were weak, and my heart was still beating rapidly, but I slid off of the coffee table and crawled over to the wall. I turned, and pushed my ass down on the dildo. It was lubed just as the one in my pussy was, so it slid in easily. I began to rock back and forth on my hands and knees, forcing the dildo deeper and deeper into my ass as I did. As I forced more and more of the wall dildo into my ass, I could feel the tip of it pressing against the tip of the long dildo secured in my.