He would go balls deep, stroke it until I thought I was going to suffocate, then come up just enough to allow me to get another breath then balls deep...again. And the way the huge head would come out of his foreskin and go deeper into my throat then retrieve back into the foreskin was exhilarating. He would fuck my throat for what seemed like a short while. Then he would lift my head, offer me some more poppers and resumed his enjoyment of my throat. This was his rhythm for at least an hour. I. He then kissed me softly on my on my lips, and I tasted a slight salty tang. I asked him, if he was ready for his turn. He smiled, and said, "oh, I'll get mine in a minute".I took a wash cloth and started to bathe him off. As I was washing him, I took special care with his cock, balls, and his ass. I even tried to make him come. He just held me off and said, "later". We stepped out of the shower and dried each other off. Then we let Coach Jim and Bob know, that it was their turn for the. Sure enough, back she came, dripping water all over the deep pile carpet, and carrying a big pink strap-on. "Here," she said breathlessly "Put this on for me, I need something hard and thick up me." I smiled as I took the cock from her and said "You randy little tart, you just can't get enough can you, but I'm not complaining." I examined the tangle of straps and plastic buckles in my hands. This looked like a new one to me, it was very different from the one I'd used before. This model had a. Uncle me mera pettiocat uthaya auu upar kar diya aur zor se thrappad mara..Main cheekah uthi bole kutiya teri gand me ye kya laga h…Maine kaha aapke liye invitation h ji.Bole rand janta hu tu bahut badi randi h,ab bataa hu tujhe ki chudai kya hoti h,main man hi man bahut khush ho gai.Unhone mera petticoat utara aur blouse bhi ab main bistar par kutiya ban khaid thi apni bra n panty me,,,uncle mer eupar kutte ki chad gaye aur mere boobs masalne lage ,mujhe dard ho raha tha aur main.