"Fridays in Lent, after all. Jocelyn remindedme."Jocelyn tried not to look stunned, and Darla pretended not to notice."Well, I think it was very thoug...tful of both of you," she said. "Bradand I try to be observant."Conversation through dinner was lively at first, but began to taper off.There was no missing the look of anxiety on Brad's face.Sharon was not surprised when Darla helped her clear away the dishes.Their conversation was light and limited to chit chat as they got thedishes into the. Bringing the glass to his mouth he paused and tilted it towards her, ‘To us…’ ‘To us…’ she repeated, clinking her glass against his, and their eyes locked as the bubbly liquid slid down her throat. Even now, after a year, he made her breathless and her chest felt constrained in the material. The intense moment was interrupted by the waiter, coming to collect their plates, ‘Would you care to order dessert?’ he asked them. ‘Just send us the special,’ Todd didn’t even look away from her as he. 
“No! Please! No more!” She had no idea what was coming. My eight inch dick pushed into her and it felt so tight I was sure she had ripped despite how gentle I had been and how wet she was. Her shattering scream quickly turned to sobs and groans and I slid more and more of myself into her. She twisted and turned but the guys held her firmly so the movement only sent my nerve endings into a pleasure spiral. I groaned and held back as I continued to enter her. She was so wet and warm, her small. She meanwhile caught hold of my dick which was now in its full form. She could not hold it with both her hands which made her comment,”Yes, very long indeed. Put it in me, my darling.”“Yes, but wait I want to…”“No,” she cut short, “Just put it in me.”Then I lifted her saree along with her petticoat which made a bundle around her waist. Her creamy thighs now uncovered were a sight to behold. But she was growing more and more restless. Her pink panty was soaking wet. I ran my fingers around the.