”My wife got a slight smirk on her face and settled back into the bed as Jason got out of the bed. He was an impressive specimen, 6’ tall about 19...lbs and in superb condition. He was a fairly nice mix of my wife’s Italian features and my own African American features. He didn’t have my size, but he was well put together. If we were talking a straight physical confrontation he wouldn’t stand a chance as I was 5 inches taller than he and outweighed him by 60lbs, and it wasn’t 60lbs of fat.Jesse. Here was a lady whose as l read 33 f india and her first pm(private message) was “hey boy got hots for your bhabi”.That opening line got me a bit double minded as being an Indian myself am yet to come across a lady or girl who can come up with such a opening line so I thought it was a guy who was conning me, still I thought about giving it a go and maybe I can decipher with time whether it was a he or a she.We started chatting and everything seemed quite normal and I believed she was a lady. She bobbed her head up and down a few times, then she felt him stiffen and she knew he was about to come. “Oh, God, Misty, get ready!” he warned, and a moment later he spurted it into her mouth again. She was better prepared this time, and was able to swallow it every time he pumped her mouth full. She gulped it all down, then sat up with a big smile on her face. “How was that, Mr., uh, Mike?” she asked. “Was that better this time?” “Oh, my God, Misty, that might have been the best blowjob. As he let go of my head I looked up at him and begged him to turn around and bend over so I could lick his arse. Once more he observed me with a disbelieving look. “Jesus, hombre, are you sure you want to do this?”“Fucking sure!” I replied.Anchoring his arched body with his hands against the wall, Jandro widened his stance. As I looked at the hairy crack before me, adrenalin pumped through my body. Next, I spread his cheeks and began to sniff his crevice. The smell was magnificently ripe! I.