Raat ko achanak mujhe apni thighs par movemnt feel hue mne aakh kholi to vky ne meri thighs par hth ghuma rha tha m use rokne lgi to dkha ki meri hth ...ndhe hue the or legs b or mere mouth par tape thi m darr gae or rone lgi to wo bola ki tnsn mt le aaj tujhe bhot mja aane wala h usne chaddar hth kr fek di mere upar se m dkh kr or jada dar gae m phle se hi naked thi or wo b m use mna krti rhi par wo ni ruka or kbi meri navel ko kiss krta kbi thighs lik krta kbi boobs chusta bite krta phr meri. He sat back and took in what was happening before him. She was practically ripping my jeans off me so she could put her tongue on me. She's had many females in her time and her expertise was apparent. She started off slow, barely touching my clit with her tongue, flicking it ever so slightly, just enough to send shockwaves through my abdomen. She slid one finger in my aching pussy, then another, pulling them out and licking them like a popsicle getting every last drop of my juices. Then, she. I was feeling embarrassed and humiliated plus pissed as I listen to Father Nolan declare the winner. I was surprised he said Pryor Family; the rest of Ed’s brood wasn’t competing although they were all seated in the stands watching me be embarrassed. But before I get into what happened, I better bring the reader up to speed. There is a story behind my submission and it’s not a pretty one. My name is Bill Clausen and I’m the thirty eight year old husband of Emily, who’s thirty seven. . ’ Clara went on to give the address and describe her home to this ‘Charity’. ‘Oh,’ the light, yet sweet voice said next, ‘That does sound lovely. I can come as soon as you wish.’ ‘Well, I’m not dressed,’ Clara said, ‘Since it’s Saturday but come ahead. Let me just throw on some sweats and I’ll be ready for you.’ ‘Good enough,’ Charity said, ‘Expect to see me in about 20 minutes.’ Clara flew up the stairs to the bedroom and tossed her old indian blanket robe onto the bed. She took off her.