We helped ourselves to the sandwiches, potato salad, and ice tea from the cooler. Afterwards, we walked over to the volleyball courts. There were some... members of our men and women's college volleyball teams playing. They asked if we would like to join them, and we accepted their invitation.After playing three sets, all of us went for a swim to cool off. As we made our way back to shore, we thanked them for the game. The three of us went back to our spot and had some more ice tea. As we sat with. . I could have given you a good fucking before they come round here ... god what you like?”“Give me a good fucking ... and slack bitch eh?” I replied “Is that all I am to you a slack bitch?”“Of course ... you didn’t really take any notice of all that other shit I spun ... did you?”I just stared at him, a little stunned, how stupid can a girl get“Ha you did, didn’t you ... then you really are a slack bitch ... all I ever wanted to do was give you a good fuck ... that’s all slack bitches like you. Ek din mere pati ne kaha ke chalo ek mahatma ki yatra mein chalte hein us din Sunday tha hum free the hum yatra mein chale gaye.By god wahan pe kya rush tha bhut lambi line thi mein or mere pati saath saath chal rahhe the achanak ek jor ka rela aaya mei or mere pati alag alag ho gaye yatra chal rahi thi tab humare pass mobile bhi nahi tha. Mein chup chap line mein chal rahi thi kuch der baad mne mehsoos kia mere chutad ko koi touch kar raha hei mein chup rahi kuch time baad uski harkat tez ho. “Yes,” Jayda panted, liking this already.His fingers trailed the outline of her thighs and lower stomach, then slowly gliding down the drenched middle of her lightly haired pussy.“Oh god…”Jose's boxers tightened, and he suddenly felt very constricted. If he didn’t up the action soon, he’d cream himself—and that was the last thing he wanted to do right now.Forgetting the idea of going slowly, he parted her brown pubic curls, shoved his index finger into her pussy, going so fast that Jayda.