Two harder slaps, and the woman’s ass was red. "What do you think Roger, isn't this just about the prettiest little ass you have ever seen?" It... certainly is, may I?" He stepped forward. Mary nodded her approval. Roger ran his hand across the just spanked cheek; he could feel the heat from the blows. Then dipping his hand down between her legs, he rubbed the puffy folds of her cunt, until his finger found the little button for her lust. Frigging her slowly at first, and then more. Many people lacked the inspiration to create new cosmologies, and so on, but they too had a part to play: serving as the PLAYERS who would transform these novel like worlds that were static and without the essential spark of randomness to make them come alive into living, fluctuating, dynamic universes. It is in this tradition of creation and innovation that you and four to six other souls from across the span of history, (Which went on for 10s of thousands of years after you, the author/reader. Par bhabhi ne toh Shayad mera muh laal karne k kasam kha rakhi thi 4 or jhanatedar thapad mere muh par barse. maine apne muh par hath rakha to bhabhi ne ek jordar laat mere land pe maari or boli jab tak mai na kahoo tumhara hath chehre par nahi aana chahiye maine kaha ji bhabhi or apna hath niche kar liya uske baad to bhabhi ne ek hath se mere daaye kaan ko pakdo aur baye gaal par kam se jam 40 jor se chante mare phir daaye Gaal ka bhi yahi haal kiya mai toh bhabhi k chanto se pareshaan hua. FUCKING A or sometimes FUCKING A BEAVE. I kneeled to take the panties off around her tennis shoes. She easily lifted her feet and I threw her panties up on the hood of the car. I lifted her skirt and started kissing her ass globes. Trickling my fingers here and there. I know she wanted her pussy rubbed. No, not yet. I'm not going to rub her pussy yet. I want it aching. I wanted it "wanting". I wanted her to feel that ache of wanting sex so bad and not being satisfied. Every time I got close.