He was directed to a box office where he bought a ticket and was led to a seat on the main level. While the balcony only featured rows of cushioned se...ats, the lower level was filled with tables and formal dining chairs. Servers worked in between them carrying trays of food and drinks for those who had ordered them. As much as he looked, he could not find Kairi among them. The lights dimmed, causing Jasen to glance down at his program, thinking that it may be best to enjoy the show if nothing. Per 1din soch liye iske saath chudai kerni hi hai. Kab idea try ker raha tha per mila nahi fir 1 din mene apne frnd ko kaha ki tu mere 1 kaam ker dega to wo bola kya kaam hai mene usko puri story batai to usne pahle naa bola per mene usko b blackmail kiya ki agar tune mere kaam nahi kiya to teri sigrate & daruwali pict tere family ko dikhadunga & mene tujhe jitne rs. Abhi tak diye hai wo de de ..to yeh sun ker usne haan bol diya…Fir 1 din wo priya ko thoda-2 tang kerne laga ..jaha b milti to. Lena bit her lip, seething with arousal, rubbing her thighs together and running a finger through the gunk that pooled on her stomach. It was so thick and warm, more like clumps of preserves than the watery emission that humans produced. She could feel it sticking to her insides, clogging her tunnel and doing its level best to impregnate her. Despite the impossibility of that, the idea made her head spin.She had only come a couple of times so far, it wasn’t nearly enough, she was barely even. When I had ended it the 25 year old girl called my wife and told her everything. Cindy had taken me back but the road to recovery had been long and three years later she had finally appeared to trust me again. Why she trusted me was suddenly clear.I quietly slipped out the front door to contemplate my next move. I drove around the corner at sat in my car. My mind was racing. The visions of my wife being fucked by a well endowed black guy were amazingly erotic and I felt blood fill my spent.