“Are you talking about the song, ‘Sooner or Later,’ Loverboy?” Tracy asked.“Yes ... I am, do you know it?”“I watched that movie so many ...imes, I know all the music. Is it OK with you Jennifer?” Tracy asked so sweetly. My wife shook her head in the affirmative... Sooner or lateryou are gonna be mineSooner or lateryou are gonna be fineBaby its timethat you faced itI always get my manSooner or lateryou are gonna decideSooner or laterthere’s nowhere to hideBaby its time sowhy waste it in. Bhore bal the, thode se milk jaisi safed, aur beech me laal dekh ke maza aa gaya.Mai turant hi chat ne laga. Jaise hi mai ne apni zaban lagayi, principal ki chikh nikal gayi, “Hhaaaa..haaa..woooo.” Mai ne apni zaban ander-bahar karne laga.Chut se bhini-bhini khushboo aane lagi. Principal chikh rahi thi, “Haa..Woo..Ouch.” Mai kabhi baal se khelta, kabhi chut se. Mujhe to bahut maza aane laga.15 minutts chut chatne ke baad, principal ne mera muh apni chut pe zor-zor se dabane lagi. Mai samajh. But I would be afraid if they did make a noise. My desperation was increasing to get a married woman.I was trying different ideas like surfing on the net, going thru the telephone directory looking for any woman who wants something hot. But I didn’t get much success. Then 1 day I got an idea. I gave a advertisement on the paper which said “wanted females for body massage, age no bar….call. The response I got was marvelous. I met different woman of different ages. The only problem was there was. What followed was a display, a demonstration of goddess created fornication the equivalent of what we did years before at the dairy. I hoped the crowd would take it in with respect, even awe and not some degraded sense of moral superiority because that would be a mistake. Turns out they were all dutifully impressed; I mean really completely taken in, wide eyed and exhausted just from the sheer intensity of simply watching it happen.It was really something.The deck around the spa was thoroughly.