Ubhe chup karabe ke liye kiss karne laga. Unko chum raha tha.. Unke bhige honto ka paani chuss raha tha.”Anu muje tum pasand ho. Mera sath do.”Men... unki gaand pakad li. Aur dabane laga.. Vo muje kiss krne lagi aur vo bhi ab maje lene lagi thi.. Vo meri gaand dabaye jarahi thi.. Aur muje kiss bhi.Mene fir unka bra ka hook khola aur kya the unko boobs. Kisi sundarta ki murti ki tarah bade bade. Juicy. Brown nipples. Aur bhige hue.. Paglo ki am tarah chumne laga unke boobs. Ahhhh saale.Aahhhh ... The bastards are after me again to give my son Ritalin, and I get so sick of fighting. I always win, but why can't they just let the poor kid alone? There's nothing wrong with him, he gets good grades in things he likes, he doesn't break things, he doesn't hurt people. He just doesn't like to sit still for hours. So that gets me down, sometimes. Also, I guess I'll just throw in that I'm thinking of getting a divorce, and that makes me sad. And I don't seem to be able to write any more. And the. ‘Mmmmmm mmmmmmmm MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!! He rumbled into my open receiving mouth…his tongue dueling, rampaging, and dominating my own. I felt his thick hard cock expand further inside me, and then white liquid heat blasted against the walls of my body hugging his vulgarly throbbing girth. Thick hot cum flooded up into my belly while the huge cock flexed and swelled, widening my accepting tight hole with every throbbing pulse and belching spew of heavy male seed. Rope after rope of cum. I poured myself a strong drink to help me relax and get me further in the mood. He called me, informing me he would be arriving a little late, so I had a couple of more drinks, and was loose and ready when he arrived. He texted me from the parking lot, asking was his little white slut ready. I double checked my makeup and hair, downed the rest of my drink, lit a cigarette, and replied yes. I opened the door and really liked what I saw. His pics looked nice, but he was better in person. Tall,.