I just spoke with my friends alone. time passed by. during one day there was some conversation going on( topic doesn’t matter :D ) and one girl was ...rguing with one of my friend.To support my friend I just went in and pointed out few mistakes in that girl’s idea and conversation ended when all stopped speaking further.Later that night I got a msg in whatsapp from an unknown number. message read like ” what i said was correct and (there was some explanations about the idea)”, quickly I went to. She had tucked the long, thin braid into the bun of hair at the back of her head. Her body was even more slender than Laura had imagined, though the leotard of course flattened everything out anyway.But she had a catlike grace that was now even more apparent. She put on a CD of Bach's fourth Brandenburg Concerto and danced for Laura in the small apartment for the next twenty minutes. Her lean, willowy body swooped and soared and spun through the room, dipping and whirling in stunning, graceful. During the times when we weren't fucking my wife's mouth, David and I would take our choice of Margie's ass or cunt, fucking each hole vigorously and lustfully.David several times took up the ink marker to write more degrading filth on my wife's body. Across her back, with an arrow pointing to her ass-hole, he had written, "THE DEVIL'S FUCK HOLE," while across her forehead he had written the single word, "SLUT."The whole time that we were fucking Margie, she was subjected to a barrage of filthy. " I threw up my hands in despair, and she grinned. "Ask properly. Make it so that I cannot say 'no.'" OK Sarah please can I go down on you and finish with doggy?" I asked and heard a grunt from behind me. Zoe and Ingrid stood behind me, and they had their arms folded as Sarah burst into laughter."What do you think girls?" Not in school," Zoe snapped. "And no, can't you..." If he promises you a good time," Ingrid interrupted, and Sarah blew me a kiss."OK, come on then," she told me and grabbed.