M baad wo kisi goan me jane laga waha sirf khet or mango ke farm they road pe thode thode duri pe ghar fir jatin ek kachi sadak ki or jane laga or wah... ek juna sa goan me hota he na esa makan tha aaspass koi makan nhi tha jatin ne bike ghar ke pichey le gaya me bhi apni bike ek jagah rakh ke ghar ke pass dekhne lagaFir me dhime dhime ghar ke pass gaya muje dono ki aawaze sunai de rahi thi khidki me darare padi thi me khid ki me se dekhne laga raju or rima dono baate kr rahe they jatin ne. I laughed softly, nodding, and then watched as she skipped away.I spent an hour on the exercise bike after I found a thick cushion that I could use to keep my back off of the seat. Then I set the weight on the universal and did my leg routine. I couldn’t find a way to do leg presses that didn’t have my shoulder pressing into the seat, so I skipped them, but all in all I wasn’t going to lose my progress.I wobbled my way back down stairs and into the master bedroom to take a shower when I. It certainly was a stroke of great good fortune for me to have met at so early an age two such admirable women, not only most amorous and lascivious, but instructing me in the real knowledge of their sex, and the world, at the very time that they were indulging my every lascivious desire, as well as their own. Mistresses of their art, no mystery in love’s catalogue of excitements, and of means of gratifying the same, was unknown to them. But they knew, too, how to inculcate wisdom for future. ”“Keri, if it is good enough for you it is good enough for me.”“But it tastes terrible. I don’t think I want to do that anymore.”“Oh, yeah. Not tasty. I gotta work on my diet! Ok, no more piss games. I agree.”We washed each other off and after we were all cleaned up, Keri grabbed my cock and got it soapy and erect. Turning she bent over and placed the head of my cock between her ass cheeks.“Remember this?”“I do” and I pushed.Keri let out a gasp and I slowly slid the soapy head into her. As she.