"Your sis can really be over dramatic," he said."No!" I retorted, unable to not use sarcasm whenever the opportunity arose."Actually I am happy you an...wered. This will be easier," he said.It occurred to me it was strange he was calling since he was supposed to be here any minute. "What will be easier?" I asked."I am not going to make it to her high school party," he said.He was a condescending ass, but a football star and ridiculously good looking it seemed according to all the women, so such a. Now I once again began to feel her vagina and she too took hold of my pistol and started jerking it hard. Withiin no time it once again became erect and wow now I was ready for the royal fuck. I lay her on bed and then entered her wet pussy in missionary position. I slowly increased my speed and she was moaning aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmm please do it jaara zor se karo na bahut maaza aa raha hai. Bahut din baad me sex ka ananad utha raheen hoon. She kept telling and I now increased my tempo. For several days now, the town had witnessed bands playing in the old square, art exhibitions and dancing and I remembered my new found friend from one of the music groups, his long dark blonde hair and stunning blue eyes making him stand out from the rest of his ensemble. We’d made eye contact several times as I’d sat in the square sipping a drink and he’d grinned at me once or twice, but that had been all. Now, here he was, standing in front of me, a warm smile lighting up his even features. Six years after the divorce.Think... !I remember drinks... all sizes and so many colours. At first they tasted horrid and burnt my throat... after the second hour it no longer bothered me and I drank even more.Some guy suck his tongue down my throat and felt up my ass as we danced to music that was too loud to even distinguish individual words in the lyrics. And... I let him! So embarrasing... I remember pressing myself... grinding... into that faceless man's leg!I tried to hear around the.