Jab asad ko thodi der baad laga main react nahi kar rahi tab wo boori tareh mere boobs dabane laga mujhe bahoot dard ho raha tha kabhi wo daant se nip...al kaat leta tha main uuiiiiiiiiiiiiiii kar ke cilla padati thi.asad ne mere boobs par kaijageh daant maar diye.Maine unse kaha tum jo karna cahate ho karo par ye mat karo.ab cousin ne mere baal pakad kar mujhe lip kiss shroo kar diya aur mujhe apne upar leta liya.Asad ke oopar jo jaise janwar sawar ho gaya tha usne meri hips par 6,7 capati laga. My wives and Michelle left and I started making breakfast for Jason and Abbie.“Jason told me about the call from Bill,” I said as I scrambled eggs in a bowl.“And I know what you’re going to say, too,” she said.“That we all love you and because we love you, we want you to be happy. Jason belongs with a NASCAR team. He came here because he needed to make peace with what happened with his friends. He’s ready to get back in the game. But he needs you with him to do that. Go, Abbie. Marry Jason,. Then I noticed the two of them were gone. I immediately thought of the bedrooms and headed in that direction. As I got close I heard my wife moaning. I opened the door slowly. He had her bent over the overstuffed chair back, her short skirt up over her cute ass and her panties on the floor. He was driving his cock hard up my wife's receptive pussy. I heard her say, "Yes Don, damn fuck me hard baby. Give me that big cock. I have missed it."That did it. As much as I loved her, as much as I loved. The first names are real. The events and actions of thecharacters are not.This story is intended to be read only as a fun, erotic fantasy. Asidefrom a few, non-identifying details to make the story more entertaining forselect readers, Yvonne has NOT -- in any way -- divulged any confidential,personal information about the people in her office. ********************************************************************************************The seven men around the big restaurant table had gone.