"Bel could see the bruises on Jean's wrists; she didn't care what her stubborn friend said, something had to be done. "Would you call him?" she asked ...er hubby."Me, yeah I'll call him..." No!" he heard Jean scream into the phone."Honey, you need help; let Dave call him and just discuss it with him," Bel told her. "Dalton's a big boy, he can take care of himself." Jean held her head down and began to cry. "Dave, call him; tell him Jean's in trouble and just see what he says." Will do, honey; in. Ye dekh kitni sexy hai tuKhushbu: (mera hath side karte hue) Kya kar rahe ho, jiju?Main: Pyar kar raha hu meri saali ko.Khushbu: Par ye galat hai.Main: Kyun?Khushbu: Aap mere jiju hoMain: To kya hua? Pyar nahi kar sakta kya. Mujhe tu achi lagti hai. Maan hota hai karu, to kar raha huKhushbu: Par…Main: Par kya? Bf bhi to pyar karta hai na tere se? To woh bhi to ye sab karta hai.Khushbu: Mera koi bf nahi hai. Maine kuch kiya bhi nahi hai.Main: To aaj se main tera bf. (aur maine apne lips uske. We then all three went to the bed and we continued with the same. My cock after sometime began to become erect. Even I was shocked it could turn around soo fast but I guess it was due to the circumstances. she continued to lick it while I was now sucking Reema’s nipples. Such soft ones but I was having the time of my life again. Reema then turned to my dick and they both we sucking on it taking turns from my cock and my balls.Once they were convinced I was erect enough for them Reema wanted to. ” Eliza opined.“Twenty then, a Hundred!” D’arcy offered.Eliza felt herself melting as his seductive words washed over her.“Very well, rip my bodice open and feel my bosoms,” Eliza replied as D’arcy’s member sank ever deeper within her.He did as she asked opening his shirt as he did so until their naked chests entwined as their lips entwined and he shot his load, rather prematurely, deep inside her.“Is that it?” Eliza enquired.“Afraid so old girl,” D’arcy apologised as he slid his shrinking.