“Let us start with something easy. Easy for me, that is.” I grasped one of his balls in my hand and proceeded to squeeze as I pressed my thumb int... it. It must have hurt as much as I wanted it to, because I could hear him try to scream around his ball-gag. I stopped squeezing when I realized that my victim could not scream in his present condition, and I wanted Fletcher to hear what was going on. I removed the ball-gag and returned to that same testicle.I have always had a very strong grip, and. "Beth leaned over and whispered something in Millie's ear to low for me to hear.Both Beth and Lillie laughed and hugged each other again.Darn it! I was beginning to feel left out. On the way home, I finally got up the nerve to ask Beth what she had whispered in Millie's ear."I told her that I couldn't wait!" she laughed."She's here! Hon," Beth said, looking out the window at a car that had just pulled into our driveway.Beth knew I was eager, so she allowed me to meet Millie at the door. As soon. Fill me fuck me…give me your cock…aunty wants your meat….Dirty aunty loves your fat meat” she was actually groaning, begging me to fuck her hard, “Please give me your fat cock.”She kept saying these lines.“Oh God…I am fucking you….you are mine…you are so beautiful….I love you Preet,” I moaned.“I want you to fuck me, Prashant, I want you to give me the hardest fuck of my life.” Our passions were rising within our lusting bodies. I groaned louder as she fucked me with a fury. “I want you to shove. Just above her very nicely rounded left breast, was pinned a nametag that said "Robyn." She was just my type – or I should say she had the look of women I'd been attracted to all my life – model tall, willowy, nicely proportioned breasts and a fresh-scrubbed look with little makeup. Well, she would be just my type if I was twenty five instead of forty five.Suddenly I realized I'd been staring and she'd caught me at it. I knew I colored a bit but I also suspected she had been looked at before..