I squealed and grunted as he split me open, the breath crushed from my lungs—but my slick and willing pussy accepted him with no resistance.He ramme... his cock home in my sheath, filling me utterly, then lay still. I panted beneath him, speared on his cock. Above me, George snorted in triumph, and laid his flipper across my body, pinning my small frame to the sand.Then he began to move, thrusting greedily in my slick channel, the motion of his rut sending waves through the heavy layers of fat. Me hans para or kaha k shalwar ni utaron ga to sex kesy karen gay to usne kaha itna hi kafi hy na jitna kar rahy hain. Mene kaha meri jan mujse mat sharmao ab hum dono me kon sa parda hy chalo pehly me apny kapry utarta hon or sath hi apny kapry utar diye. Soni mera khara lun dekh k muskrai or ankhen band kar li. Mene kaha soni ankhen kholo to soni ne kaha k ni muje sharm ati hy. Mene kaha meri jan sharmao ni or isy dekho tmare bht kam ki cheez hy phr soni ne ahsta ahsta ankhen kholi or mere. And she loved the Lasalles. Why wouldn’t she? We all loved her already, and anyone who didn’t was likely to fall for her very soon. If anything, I found it cute, of course.“Care for some company?” Onatah grinned as she joined us in the shower.“Go for it,” Frankie encouraged the Iroquois woman.Onatah kissed both of us on the mouth and enjoyed our soapy hands washing her flesh.“Where’s Claude?” I teased Onatah, though I could guess.“Oh, he’s out and about somewhere. Always an early riser, that. After his mom shut Pam?s door, shewalked around to the driver?s side and did the same. Pam glanceddown at the pink polish on his mother toes as she kicked off herheels. Back when his mother was in driver?s ed the teacher told thegirl drivers how hard driving in heels were and asked for them toeither wear flats or remove their shoes while practicing. The habitjust stuck with her. ?Mom, Wilson; from the public school down the street, invitedsome of us girls to his party this Halloween.? Pam asked.