.. go man, go,“ the guards began to chant.„Here it comes, Flavia, the full load.“Flavia began to squeal even louder. Her tongue was flickering i... an open, red cavern. Her eyes were glazing over.Sambo's grunts suddenly became piggish and urgent.Then he unleashed himself and the torrent of his lust spurted and spurted into Flavia's depths.„Ughhhh... uughhhhh... uugghhhh!“They were obscene grunts of delight, counterpointing Flavia's squeals.Both slowly faded, to be replaced by moans.Sobbing moans. The late sun of the fading summer has spread a warm yellow glow all over the valley and the green hills beyond. I walk to the window and open it, letting in a cool gust of rain soaked wind and turn to you. You nod to show your approval and shift to a position of greater comfort on your bed. As you do so, the pink nipple on your small left breast peeks unmindfully out of its cover. You do not bother. I return to my seat on the wooden chair by your bed. “There are cookie crumbs on your lips,” you. We became good friends in a few months’ time. I had just married the previous month of her joining, and within a year, we became close friends, close enough to exchange messages day and night. I could see her getting attracted to me, and it was mutual. I told her my feelings a few months later, but she insisted that it won’t work and we should be just friends.A year later, she too confessed her love to me openly and boy, I was the happiest man on earth. To cut the story short, I started with. She would probably go watch two men kissing (that’s one of her little fetishes). ‘Looks like it’s just you and me, Kendra,’ John implied, walking along side with me. I nodded with a smile as I brushed my bangs away from my eyes. ‘Yep. My friends got their own things. We should do ours.’ ‘Okay…what would you-‘ Before he even asked me what I wanted to do, I answered him with a little teasing by sliding my hand on his thigh. He took the hint and chuckled. He then leaned to my ear and whispered to.