We exchanged few introductory messages on Face book and then I added her on my MSN messenger.Well Mallaika was an average looking super rich Guajarati...girl from Mumbai, while I came from a middle class background. She was slightly on the fat side, but not someone whom you would call fat. I thought that made her look pretty as I don't like very skinny girls.Soon we started chatting on MSN everyday talking about life abroad, hobbies, movies, relationships etc the things you would talk to a person. Was he really going to masturbate over pictures of her?He had hold of his cock at the head but by pulling back his whole engorged purple end was exposed as he pumped his fist up and down. She couldn’t let him carry on, she didn’t want him to waste his cum over the garage floor. So she opened the door and walked in quietly. She stood there behind him for what seemed minutes, perhaps only 30 seconds. He was panting and she could hear his cock slapping around.“Do you like them Ben”He nearly. It was several hours before the closet door finally opened. Max looked up with his tear stained face and running makeup. Tonja stood in the door for a moment with the look of a satisfied woman and somewhat exhausted."Oh Max, he was so good. I had several mind blowing orgasm riding his big cock," she said rubbing her crotch seductively. She pulled the tape from his mouth then pulled the panties out of his mouth."Tonja, why do you have to do this to me?" he said sobbing softly.Tonja's hair was. Yet she thought that the flavor was refreshing, and she sucked it down her throat as if it were an elixir of life.During the time Tamara had spent in the library reading everything she could get her hands on about sex, she had read that a man's come was almost one-hundred percent protein, and thus very good for a little girl to drink.She didn't know for sure if the same were true of a male horse's come, but she figured it was.After all, horses and people were both mammals, and there wasn't that.