.to maine ghar pr phone karke puchha ki kya karuGhar pr bole ki agar unki tbiyat thik nai hai to tum wahi ruk jaao kal subah aa jana.maine bola thik h...i ab problem ye thi ki wo akeli rahti thi and unk yaha 1 hi bed tha jispar dono sote the…wo mujse boli ki tum upar so jaao chhotu ke saath main niche so jaungi..maine kaha nahi aap soyiye muje abi nind nai aa rhi hai main aapk paas baitha rahunga wo maan gayi aur boli ki jab sona hoga to chhotu ko uss side me karDena aur tum bich me so jana.main. ”I looked over at Mandy, and she had pulled a sheet of paper from the printer and was scribbling furiously. A few minutes later she handed over a sheet of paper. A female bandit, in tight leather armor which showed she was unquestionably female at the bust, but not over the top. Wide hips and narrow waist, the top of her face covered with a cloth mask, but a smile on her lips that seemed somehow friendly, even with the rapier she was holding in her hand pointed at the viewer, and the dagger. It was a familiar process for Brett; he had seen almost the same attitude from a mixture of females, schoolmarms, painted saloon girls, even preacher's wives. He was able to judge just the right moment for him to remove his tongue and press his rampant cock right on her quivering sphincter.She gasped just like most other females and then accepted her fate with surprising submissiveness. He swept inside her ring of defense and sank deep inside her very gut. He had her pinned to the mattress now. Okay?”I felt her give her fingers a brief wiggle through the wall of her vagina. She went rigid as another orgasm rocked her body.“Mmmhmmm,” she replied as she once again started to grind on my cock. Then she paused again. A strange look clouding her face. “You wanna be on top for a bit?”I shrugged.“Better yet, hold on,” she said as she slid off my cock. I leaned up on my elbows to see what she was doing. She had walked over the her nightstand, home to our somewhat limited collection of sex.