.rani ke chut main ek vi bal nahi thi…bahut sundar the rani ki kamsin chot…papa maja le rehe the rani bhi mast ho suki thi…15 minit rani ki chot...chatne ke bad papa ne rani ki frock uthar ki rani ko nanga kar diys…aur apni lungi utar ke rani ke muh main apna lund dal ke bole..Papa- apna baap ka land chos…Rani has ke chisne lagi….thori der bad papa ne rani ko bistar main le jakeuska dono per ke bish baith gaye..aur apna lund uske chot main lagake bole..Papa- rani bitiya ab main tujhe chod ke pel. Then she took them out and lined up the strap on with my now gapping asshole, and in one smooth motion had the entire dildo in my ass. The feeling was amazing, it was painfull, but it felt better then anything that I had ever experiensed. Then she started to slowly pull the dildo out of my ass, and right before it came out, she shoved it all the way back in. I came right then, and there. This turned her on so much that she continued to pound my ass deep for a good twenty minutes. Once she was. And not just between the two. The others in red—and even to some extent the ones in white with red belts they call their casa—I could see the love and commitment they all had to each other. I wish ... It was a different age and we were married in the church, but I wish Sly and I had been surrounded by such love and support when we got married. I guess that I’d have preferred she wait a little longer before she launched into her lifelong relationship, but I was only nineteen when Sly and I were. He began to fire as I was saying “Dotty” the 109 exploded. I said a silent thanks to Dotty she winked. Two says, “Don't know who got him but thanks.” Three yells, “Look at'em run. They're bugging out.” Dotty also aided me in convincing the returning Me 109's that the Spitfires had shot down my Me 108. The Spitfires were happy they had scratched three including the one Dotty blew up. Of the four who had bugged out one of them was streaming smoke. The Spitfires settled around us and said lets go.