Sitting down beside Della, her eyes never leaving mine, she surprised the shit out of me when she ordered, Della, my feet are sore, please rub them li...e a good girl. I let out an audible gasp as Della, without a word, proceeded to take my sisters stocking-clad left foot into her hands and began massaging it. I continued to stare at the bizarre scene. I looked back to my sister. Her smile broad, confident and seductive, she asked Beth, Are your feet sore too, Beth? Beth responded in a far too. Their eyes show, that if they have a nice opportunity would tear me apart. But for my regret I was still a virgin. I guess that the men hadn’t had an opportunity to fuck the hell out of me.One day in the office came a woman at middle age. She looked extremely well, and the way she was dressed didn’t let many opportunities for suppositions. Her short and tight skirt, under which was clearly shown her lovely pussy, was looking very nice on her long legs. Her upper body was also almost perfect.. Meri ankhein band ho gyi aur. Muh se aah. Aha. Nikalne lag padi.Aur mai uske muh me hi jhad gya. Usne sara mal pee lia aur phir se choosne lag gyi. Thodi der me mera phir khada ho gya . Aur mai utha aur uski pant utar di. Aur use bed pr leta dia aur tel le ke aya apne land pr lga dia aur uski choot pr bhi. Usne apni choot ke baal saaf kr rkhe the. Kya chikani choot lag rhi thi. Phir mai uske upar jhuka aur use kiss krne laga .Aur uski choot me ungali dalne lga . Meri ungali bade aram se andar. There's still a lot I want to tell you, and I was afraid that we wouldn't get the chance, but here we are. Ain't it great how life works? Anyway, yeesh. I have a story to tell ya about the days of my youth. Well, not so much youth. I mean, I was in college then, back at the old University of Georgia in Athens, Georgia, but well, compared to now, I was young.It was a great time then, back in 1982. Reagan had just begun to fuck things up but good in Washington, and things in Athens were seething..