“It’s Harold. He’s gone and had a heart attack, the idiot,” Betty answered, her eyes turned to watch her husband being lifted into the ambulan...e.“Can I help? Can I do anything?” I asked.Betty looked at me with a vacant expression.“Do you want to go with Harold?” I asked. “I can keep an eye on Amelia.”“Oh, goodness! Amelia! I almost forgot about her.” She started looking around, her hands wringing.“Betty,” I said softly, placing my hand on her shoulder. “Why don’t you go to the hospital with. He was wearing a pair of light gray, stained, boxer briefs that had seen better days. The elastic was worn and they were in danger of falling off. They were threadbare in places and looked to be several years old. Art reached down and pulled my face into his crotch rubbing it all over the awful garment covering barely covering his huge cock. The smell was dreadful and brought tears to my eyes but I was not able to pull away. Art told me to kiss his cock through the underwear so I obeyed. .Let me say in hindi now ek din subha aunty kapre sukane chatt par aayi main vah betha tha kafi upset lag rahi thi mjhe dhke boli yaha kya kar rahe ho maine bola kuch ni aisi zara timpass fir hum baat karne lage bohot der tak hum baat kar rahe the unko bohot acha laga bohot hasya maine Fir hum donno apne ghar chale gaye fir kuch din baad aisi kabhi na kabhi milte upar aur apne bre me boli main uske boobs ko dhkta vo mjhe bohot bar dhki aise ek din hm donno phone chat kar rahe the ek dusre ke. Odette counted the fifth rope and stopped her vaginal contractions. She rested her weight in Karl’s lap while breathing deep tranquil yoga breaths. Karl’s mind emerged from its stupor to sense his body swathed in warm female flesh. He disturbed Odette’s ‘chi’ by pushing her away from his chest. They paused to regain their composures. Karl initiated the final steps. ‘Carefully dismount but hold my sperm inside by clamping your cunt muscles. Don’t spill any.’ Odette tensed her core and slowly.