Bhavi tumne itne ache malis kaha se sike maine kaha woh tho bas aise he Fir bhavi kehne lage juth mat bolo tum tumare gf ko malis karte ho na maine ka...a nhi bhavi aisa nhi hai mera koi gf nhi hai sach bol raha hu bhavi juta tere gf nhi hai aisa nhi ho sakta tu itna smart haiaur tera gf nhi hai imposible fir mai sach bol raha hu bhaviFir bhavi kehne lage deda hoke soh gaye and mujhe kehne lage k mere leg bhi pain ho rah a hai dawa do maine han kar diyafir bhavi k lkhapde mai baam lag raha tha. I held it up so she could lick underneath the head, and down the shaft. The sensation of having a young school girl licking my cock was indescribable. I was convinced right then and there that my wife would completely understand the situation, I reasoned, as I played with her still erect nipples.With her fingers locked together behind her back, she wrapped her hot lips around my glistening cock. I grabbed her head in both hands, and began to fuck her mouth nice and slow and deep. She gamely. Stroking one, then going under his belly and stroking his big cock...” She pauses, lost in the thought for a second, then snaps out of it. “But I’ve never done it.”Does anyone else know about this fantasy?She thinks again, then smirks a little. “Erm ... I told a priest once. I told him in confession that I had fantasies about having sex with dogs. He asked me loads of questions. I think he was playing with himself. I liked that.”So if I offered you the chance to have sex with a dog. Right now. The film isn't about us. It's about him, his love, his sensitivity, his caring, his lust, his fascination, his awe. He may be behind the camera, but what he shot and how he edited it becomes a mirror. It's autobiographical like the other films, although I guess they were more biographical. Anyway, I love being appreciated by the man I love. Who wouldn't?"A welcoming laugh burst the serious tone. I wanted to ask who hated my films and why, but didn't.The evening ended. The night began. My.