Ab baari thi chute ki…to mote lund wale ne sarita ki chut mein apna lund ghusana chalu kiya aur jaise jaise lund sarita ki chut mein ghus raha tha w...ise waise sarita dard dard se bolti ohhh ohhh ahh ahhh hhhhhhh hhhhh ab sarita pure pose mein thi aur thodi garam bhi ho gayi thi….mote lund wale ne sarita ki chut ko thokna shuru kar diya aura b zor zor se sarita ki chudai hone lagi….udhar tisra adami aage bada aur sarita ke chutad sahlane laga aur uske butts ko apni jibh se chatne laga, chouthe. I watched in aching anticipation as Vicky worked her way through my clothes towards my cock—undoing my belt, unbuttoning and unzipping my fly, pulling aside my shirttails, and finally pulling down the waistband of my briefs. My fully erect cock sprang free and Vicky smiled. ‘Hello there, big boy… did you miss me?’ Before I go on, let’s get something straight. I’m not the best endowed but I’m not pathetically small either. Vicky went back and forth between calling my average-sized (6.5 inches). "I wondered about letting a complete stranger into my house, but then thought about it. If she was a criminal looking to rob someone, the middle of the moors, on an unclassified country road, at Christmas, on a wet night, was hardly likely to provide rich pickings. So she was either unhinged, or I thought more likely just down on her luck.We got to my house about 20 minutes later, I had made a few attempts to talk to her, but beyond finding out that her name was Pamela, she seemed lost in her. My tits are C cups, my waist is small, my legs long and tanned and my ass is high and round. This particular day I noticed Grampy looking at my tits. It was hot and I was horny, having been thinking about that orgasm that got me sent here in the first place. My nipples were clearly visible, thrusting against the thin cotton of my tank. I just went about my business knowing Grampy was checking out my tits. After bit Gramypy says to me, "Come sit here for a bit girly. Lets talk." So I did as he.