.or usne peeche se meri gand me oil lagaya or ungli daalne laga or doosre se mere boobs daba rha tha……mere lund choosne se husband uth gaye or mai...darr gayi to driver ne mujhe peeche kheench liya or apne lund ko meri gand me daalne laga…..to mere hubby ka pani chooth gaya, fir driver meri choot me ungli kar ke mujhe excite kar rha tha jisse ki uska lund asaani se meri gand me chala jaye.” ab vo mujhe araam se gand me strokes laga raha tha or saath me boobs dabate hue…neck pe kiss bhi kar rha. I had expected it to be cheesy, but this was far beyond anything I could have imagined. Everything she “predicted” was so vague it was impossible not to come true. She said things like: “You will meet someone soon.” No duh, we all meet people each end every day! She also said something about my boss giving me a raise, but I was already too bored to point out I didn’t have a boss.My mind started to drift. The heat of the air was putting me to sleep and keeping my eyes open was a constant. With a huge grin Diane says, “There’s another over at the bar.” The couple that missed out at the first cake stampede over to the bar while the rest of us laugh. Both cakes are soon all gone, or going as we eat them.By the time tea-time’s over we’re all happily fed with satisfied sweet teeth when Sharon sends them back to work, and I sit down to read. For the rest of the morning people snack on the cakes when they go by.Just before lunch is due to arrive I see what I can do to consolidate cake. I groaned and whimpered for her to stop, but she was past that and licked over the broad mushroom crown sending waves of hot blood to complete the filling of my erection. “Mmmm,” she moaned as her lips closed over my head. She lifted her head and looked at me as she said, “I can never tell which I like more, a big cock like yours, smaller like daddy's or nice sweet pussy,” and took half of my dick down her throat with a jab that would choke most women. She rose up quickly and kissed my thigh as.