Par ab bhi Mohsin ne apna lund meri biwi ke munh se nikala nahi.Shayad use thodi suffocation ho rahi thi, isliye usne Mohsin ke ande jor se dabaye. Mo...sin ko jaise hi dard hua to usne tezi se apna lund bahar nikal liya. Mohsin, “are kya hua aisa kyun kar rahi ho…dard ho raha hai”. Asha, “hua na… Jab apne par beeti to pata chala.. itni jor se mera sar pakad rakha tha aur moonh poora lund se band…sans ruk rahi thi meri”. Mohsin, “are yaar sorry..galti ho gayi..mujhe laga tu kahi spit na kar de”.. He was so relaxed but was breathing heavily. He smiled at me and walked to hall to sit somewhere and I followed him. The thick cumm he donated was slowly sliding down when I was walking.I took some drops from right inside my navel and smelled it. The smell of his hot cumm made me crazy and I can’t resist myself to suck that finger. His cumm was very thick so that I could paste it in my tongue with my finger like curd. I collected some more cumm from my stomach and tasted it too. He was. She stepped out into the warm autumn air, the slight breeze in the air feeling good on her skin. She loved the outdoors. Setting her watch she began to jog around the park, the circuit she knew well. She looked around at the mostly empty park, a few commuters still on their way home, some other runners. She knew she would get some attention but hadn’t seen anyone to draw hers yet. Demi ran on keen to set a good first lap, her record being just under eight minutes. She began to perspire a little. Not because I’m especially intuitive, more so because Sheri’s just not the least bit subtle. When Sheri is favoring someone, she really focuses on them. It’s almost an exclusionary focus and being the subject of her attention can really make the recipient feel good, at least that’s the way it works for me. That night at the bar I knew that I had Sheri’s undivided attention. We were in a crowded bar, but it could have been just the two of us sitting in a quite café. We talked about our morning.