With my head between her legs, her fingers clawed my scalp; the scent of her a meaty aphrodisiac. Her femininity feral with need. The taste of her, an...electric tang like an almost spent battery on my tongue, a metallic hint of something that nearly wasn't. My copious saliva soaked her, running down to slather my jutting chin enfolded in by vulva flesh, her cunt-wetness like spare-rib grease. Her palms clamped my head, subtly piloting me to where she liked it just-so. My palms under her pulled. .hhhhhhhaaaahhhhhh kar rahi thi aarti nai apne lips mere lps se jod diye hum dono behne masti mai fuck me fuckkkkk me bol rahi thi hum dono lip kiss kar rahi thi to itne mai do teen lund hamare lips ke pass aa gaye hum dono nai apne lips lund par rakh diye tabi piche wale ki speed bad gayi wo tez tez dhakke mar raha tha tabi usne apna lund nikala aur mere mai par spray karne laga usne mere baam mera muh dono bhar diye udha aarti wale nai bi aarti ka yahi hall kiya hum dono behne ek dusri ko. After entering the church by a side door he found a seat in the back. While waiting for the ceremony to begin, he looked around and was astonished to see both Jeffrey and Susan Collins sitting across from him. His astonishment derived from the fact that Jeff was wearing a chauffeur's uniform while Susan was wearing a very strange-looking poncho-type garment.But why aren't they in the wedding? he wondered. After all, they own Barbara now. While he was still puzzling over both their strange. Too soon for Margret’s taste Mimi moved on and asked Margret to put up her legs so they could be washed. While Mimi washed her legs Margret began to idly run her hands over Mimi’s legs, admiring their smooth muscularity. She moved her hand to Mimi’s crotch, and Mimi obligingly opened her legs to allow Margret’s exploration.“Do you shave yourself?” Margret asked. “No ma’am,” Mimi replied as she continued to wash Margret’s legs. “One of the other girls shaved me and I shave her.”“Hmm. I think.