Fir maine socha aaj tak maine sex to kia nhi hai to kyu na gb road (road jaha par bahut kothe h) jaya jaye.Par aise sookhe sookhe jaane mein to maza n...i aata to maine pehle 2 beer pi or fir mai vaha ke liye chal pada. Gb road railway station k paas hi hai to maine bike vahi par khadi kar di or paidal jaane ki sochi.Then mai vaha pahucha uss road par pahuchte hi maine dekha jagha jagha khotha numbers bhi likhe fir mai 64 number kothe ki aur chal pada coz vo government approved kotha hai vaha koi. I turned my head and rested it on his shoulder, his arms coming around me, one hand closing on the nape of my neck, the other lazily stroking my back. My own arms closed around his slender waist. ‘Let’s go back to the table,’ he suggested. ‘I don’t want to be thrown out of here again.’ I threw him a look, to which he only shrugged. ‘It’d be worth it this time,’ he eyed me, considering. That was enough to get me to push at his chest and wiggle around him towards the door, his low chuckle behind. Then I told her I had a solution to all of her concerns. My lease on the apartment my wife and I had was about to expire, so I would move back home with her. My job as an engineer would provide us with an excellent standard of living and she would not have to worry about finances or her lack of skills any more. She could continue as "housewife" and we would build a life together out of the chaos of the past two years. The change was immediate. She was thrilled with the idea and said there was. I pushed back until the entire shaft had impaled me. I opened up fast and the pain became a wave of pleasure as the cock rocked into me through my pleasure tunnel. The slaps of penetration rang down the hall as the four of us picked up the pace. I'm bent over with my face as close to the bottoms dick as our fucking allows. I see he's close to shooting as the pre-cum continues to drip from his cock. I have my spare hand cupping his ball and I can feel the thrusts at his fuck tunnel. I taste more.