Harsh boltahemujhe to tujhe bas ek baar chum na heDaya: arre who to aap roz kare ho na? kuch spl pochiye naaHarsh: Mujhe sharam aa rahi heeDaya: Bolka... toh dekhiyeHarsh: rende daya tujhe ajeeb lage gaaDaya: Nahi lage gaa, kuch bhi chalgaa aaj,kehte hue apne saree ka pallu utar deti heeHarsh: Thike. Daya mein bas ek cheez chata hoonDaya: Woh kyaHarsh: Daya mein bas ek baar teri gaand soongh kar usse chat na chata hoon..Daya: Haste hue bass itni choti gift woh to mein aapko kabhi bhi de sakti. More her than me. She wasn't into sex that much, by the time she would get to bed she was exhausted and would be out within a few minutes of hitting the bed.Being a guy, I needed to cum. Lets face it, all guys need to cum at a minimum of once a week or we get backed up. And if we don't get it, we beat off to relieve ourselves. If a guy is not getting sex and says he doesn't masturbate, he is fucking a liar, simple as that.I was also starting to surf the net looking at femdom pictures of guys. Would you like to taste my hot, wet, horny pussy, baby?"Please can I? Can I taste you? Can I lick your pussy?" Beverly pleaded."Yes sweetheart, of course, you can, but have you ever eaten a girl's pussy before?" Ms. Putnam asked."No, never." Well then, I will show you how then. First I want you to lean forward and kiss my pussy. Place those pretty pink lips to my pussy," she encouraged.Beverly leaned forward until she felt Ms. Putnam's close-cropped pussy hairbrush against her soft lips. Ms.. Phil had gone a lot more quite and had taken residence in an armchair in the lounge area, he seemed happy and smiled at me each time I looked at him but he wasnt engaging much now. The lounge looked straight in to the bedroom and that led straight out on to the balcony that had a nice couch for the fountain show. Jenny insisted that I take her out to watch the next show as it started and I looked at Phil and he just said "what ever the lady wants" which I again wasnt sure what to read in to but.