Bikil sendru konde irukum pozhuthu aananthi aval kaiyai en sunniyil vaithu thadavinaal, naan hey ena pagalaaga irukirathu ipo en apdi keten? Enaku ipp...zhuthe un sunniyai sappanum endru ketal.Aval ithai soliyathum enaku thaanga mudiyaatha alavirku moodu vanthathu, bikekil sendru konde irukum pozhuthu oru munthiri thopu vanthathu. Mani sariyaaga 12 aanathu, mazhai varuvathu pola megamum sexiyiaaga irunthathu. Aval en sunniyai sappa pogiren enbathai vitu aval ketathai niraivetra vendum endru. After a few lengths trying to keep up with her I rested at the shallow end. She’d carried on for another length, and was swimming towards me as she came back to the shallow end. She slowed and stood up just before the end. Her swimsuit clung to her chest, clearing showing the contours. She caught me checking her out, but I couldn’t tell if she was pissed off or not as her goggles hid her eyes. She stood next to me. “That’s an interesting choice of swimsuit for a guy?” “Oh, err” I wasn’t. ’ Holy shit, were the only two words that came to mind. I was about to be torn to pieces by this group of women for perhaps a full 24 hours and there wasn’t a fucking thing I could do about it. (Not that I was complaining, mind you.) Another black girl came out with a ruler to measure my dick, I guess they kept some sort of records of the guys they fucked, I don’t know. What I do know is that my drug-induced hardon measured 12 full inches in length! I think that it was the one Christy called. I must have let out a little gasp, because she suddenly stopped. 'Are you all right? Did I hurt you?' 'No. No! I'm fine, thanks.' 'Lookit, if I'm doing anything that makes you uncomfortable at all, just say so.' There was a few moments silence before the gentle, delicious, delightful probing resumed, and a few moments later, 'Are you still all right?''Yes! Keep going. You're doing great!' 'That's what I like to hear!' Her finger pushed in deeper and suddenly the pleasant tingling graduated to.