Isliye main sirf uske lund se hi pyaar nahi karti balki saare mardon k lund se pyaar karti hoon.jo mard mujhe chodta hai,main ussi se pyaar karti hoon...mausi-raat kafi ho gayi hai chal ab so jaate hai.maa-tu so jaa main bathroom s muth marke aati hoon.chudai ki itni baat ho gayi hai ki meri panty puri tarah se gilli ho chuki hai.muth marne k baad panty bhi change karongi.mausi-thik hai jaa,par jis chiz se bhi muth marogi,usse bathroom me hi chod dena,tere baad main bhi muth marongi.bina iske. The ladies danced with I think every man in the place. They getting free drinks from men. And men would come back to our table and kiss on them. It was really kind of fun to watch these ladies work these men. Making out and I am pretty sure a couple of the guys may even got to finger these ladies. It is not the kind of behavior I would expect from these mature ladies, especially since they are both married, but a few drinks and the hair comes down. I guess it is all just good fun. The three. I was now stiff and obvious. I slowly moved my hand up under his shirt. God this man was well biult. I pulled his shirt off of him then proceeded to his neck with forceful loving kisses. He moaned in plaesure. He seemed to like it. I then quickly proceeded down to his belt buckle and undid it."Tre..." He whispered."What's the matter?" I panted in arousal."I-I don't know, if I..." He hesitated."It's okay. I'm right here. It wont hurt, I promise." But I...oh..."I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. I did things like holding the door open for her, which women of her age like, even if some of the younger ones find it patronising. I bought the drinks and offered to pay for the food, but she wouldn't have that.I had walked there and she gave me a lift home, just a five minute trip in her car, but all the same it was a confined space with a man and a woman in it. The contents of the car included a nice pair of breasts, a hopeful penis and an enigmatic vagina. And two inquisitive minds,.