Mai: didi meri jaan bharosa rakho tumhara dard mera dard, magar thoda sahan kar logi to age jannat milengi. Didi: waha par to jana chahti hu, muje tum...par pura bharosa hai. Kehte hue didi me mera lund dubara muh me rakh ke usko tayar karne lagi. Mebhi uske 38d boobs se khel ke maje le raha tha. Fir maine room mai se cream leke apne lund pe aur didi ke chut ander thoda bhar diya badme mene apni didi ka sar ko chum ke bola i love u didi, didi bhi boli i love u Raj. Fir badi muskil se me 2-3 inch. ”“Yeah, but isn’t the polite thing to ask about what you’re into and go from there?”Morgan stopped where she stopped, forcing me to stop and look her in the face. She had something of a glint in her eyes. “Did Kevin tell you to do that?”I smiled in response, letting a single chuckle fly out. Seeing my smile as confirmation, Morgan smiled herself. Her smile still amazed me with how beautiful it was, and it was amazing how I knew she existed for years before even getting to see such a common. An instant later, a giant of a man stepped into the hallway carrying an equally large chain saw. Looking in their direction, he yanked the starter rope. The saw roared to life as he charged toward them, yelling, "Come back here, Woman! I'm not done with you yet."None of Jeff's women took time to focus on the saw long enough to note that it had no chain. It was, indeed, a real chain saw, and a big one at that, not to mention loud in the confines of the hallway, but there was nothing on the saw. I push myself back against him, wanting more. His hands slide down from my shoulders, across my side, to my hips. This is about to get fun. He starts to pull my hips back to meet his every forward thrust. Flesh smacking together sounds throughout the room, as do out moans of pleasure. He is getting close to orgasm. I know he is. I can feel him getting harder inside of me and his tempo speeds up. I have noticed this pattern since the beginning of last week. ‘I’m about to…’ ‘I know. Unngghhhh..