He did the best he could with the size he was. His pecs were fully male and showed his time on the weights. His stomach was flat, with just a hint of ...wash board abs under it. He was totally smooth other than a little happy trail. He had dirty blonde medium length hair and cobalt blue eyes. His face was handsome, but still the face of a boy becoming a man. His arms and legs were muscled nicely and fully masculine. He was muscular, but he was not muscle bound and could move well and with power. I now started to insert my 6″ tool in side her pussy and started to move to and frow she was very tight& and suddenly she scremed, I waited for some time and then again started to push she was in pain now ,I slowly puched my tool in and took out she was telling to fuck I then started to move in now she was enjong and started to call my name and telling ahhhh mmmm shhhhhhh baarrratahh mmmmmm ahhhhhhhh oieeeee ahhhhhhh shhshshhhhhhh ahhhhhh ahhhhhh ahhhh atlast we both came together i was laying. I need a real pussy, man. And thanks to the dear god that he nodded a yes to my desires and there landed a fucking sex bomb in the next flat. This is when things got interesting. It was one fine Sunday morning that my doorbell rang and I opened the door with my sleepy, still half-closed eyes when I saw her standing there. Right there, in front of me in a fucking green lehenga choli. Don’t look at her navel, damn it!Her waist might have gotten a little bit folded, but don’t look at it. (Don’t. I had heard all about the picnic tradition, but I wasn't certain it was something in which I, a single guy, wanted to participate. So when Maria asked, I told her as much: "I hear your parents' annual picnic is a nice affair, but it's mostly a family thing, isn't it? I'm not sure I ought to come." Hey, you can always bring a guest!" Maria said."I -- don't really know anybody yet, to bring," I said. "Hell, I only just moved out of Oriole House this past week!" Alex Osborn! You've been living in.