....” “Go on,” I encourage again. “Well.... why are you giving me money each time you have me over here?” I look down at her beautiful face,... her hair all sleek and wet and stare into her eyes unsure how to say something that could be very hurtful to someone. “I gave you the money because you need it. You said so when you took my wallet and what I am doing is punishing you but hopefully helping you out as well in some small way,” I reply. Her forehead crinkles a little and she mulls over what I. I had to go. I dressed and went off for an ice cold Stella Artois or two. I was only able to bring myself to leav them to it for thirty five minutes before I wentback up and let myself in with the cardkey.There was much gasping, moaning and slurping going on. The girls were still in, or back in , a sixty nine. Deb was on top, sitting on Jo's face,Jo had her tongue right up Debbie's cunt. She was SO wet, there was froth everywhere.Deb had her face buried in Jo's lovely pussy, and had gained the. A crowd of eager young and not so young men soon gathered around the booth. The three scantily clad and pretty young ladies sat in a demurely delicious row at the foot of a ladder leading up to the platform from which they were all fated to be dropped with great regularity and frequency throughout the next few hours. A second ladder led up from the tank back to the platform. The process of changing over from one girl to the next promised to be both complicated and lengthy, but at least this. I requested my parents to buy me one but the refuse. You know how these dads of middle class families are. Always rejects your request in your face and you can do nothing. Bas man me do gali de sakte ho. So I was back on my schedule. The daily boring routine I was following for days.As I have seen my aunty’s huge boobs I lost interest on small titty girl. I was not even looking at them. All I know is aunties are way much better than any girl. They have their experience and treat you more.