And told Belinda, abhe tum mera gaand chaat jab mein carol ke chodunga, samjhe? Yes, master, she replied. As I entered Carol from behind, I felt Belin...a tongue in my rectum. I was merciless today, carol was bearing the brunt. As I was pumping, my hands were almost tearing off her ample melons. Chaat saale raand, jee maalik responded Belinda. And she was really at it, using her tongue dexterously. As I came in torrents, as per her duty, carol was about to open her mouth to drink it. Tuu haate, I. ." She started blushing again, "What I'm SURE I'll feel when he..." On that note," I said, "let's head for bed! Early wakeup tomorrow, remember?"Rob's turn again:When I hit puberty, and started dreaming weird things about girls, I found out those dreams could manifest themselves in interesting ways. Most interesting was the one where TWO girls sneaked into my room and into my bed. I don't remember any detail beyond that, but I know that the dreams could never match the reality! And the reality. ...incredibly fucking delicious. Mmmmmm... Ohhhhh.....Oooohhhhh.” And as her breathing became more and more intense her thoughts helplessly unlocked that memory from a camping holiday in France in 1986 when she was just f******n: “Hold her arms girls!.....someone pull her panties off!........let’s see how she likes this inside her! Snotty little cow!.......pull her nightie up and squeeze those tits for her.....You like it Jill? Are you gonna cum for us all? .........just wait til you. If something happened to me or my car needed repairs, I would be up shit creek.Then came the next problem: Sonja herself. The chances of someone discovering this… whatever the hell it is… had just doubled. Unlike Momo, Sonja was active and loud. Every day I came home, she would be barking at the door. What the hell would she do now when the mailman came? And it would be much harder to keep her inside. Momo was still like her original self: lazy and quiet, except for the rare times she would get.