I went to the bathroom naked, as Mom wouldn't be home until 6:30 anyway. I took a nice long hot shower, sending the infield down the drain. I got out,...grabbed a towel, and headed across the hall to my room still naked-and ran right into Mom in the hall."Mom! SHIT!" I said, startled. I looked at her, and she was staring right at my traitorous dick, which immediately sprang to life. I'm blessed with an Italian sausage, about 7 inches when hard, a real handful-which is about all the action it. As he kissed that, my wife moaned loudly. The Russians hands were now all over Asha’s beautiful body. The shimmery satin fabric of her churidar kurta, stuck to her like a second skin, giving the Russian all the encouragement he needed!His hands roamed freely over Asha’s voluptuous body, her moans and sighs serving only to heighten his daring. As I watched, I realized that Asha wanted more and more of him. She suddenly got up and left the room, asking the Russian to wait. The moment she left the. True to form, by the time we closed the bar at 2am, my dude was fucked up. I had been on a pussy hunt for most of the evening and though a few flirtations were casually brushed aside after light smoking and heavy foreplay, I had done little to ensure myself fun by the end of the night; plus, when you are rolling with someone who doesn't get out because when his wife and shift supervisor at a local hospital is at work, he's with their four younger family members, so he was overdue for a good. I stand 5'7" and my measurements are a spectacular 42-25-36! I wear a 38 DDD bra, thanks to Mike, or should I say Bambi since that's her name now. My name used to be Jack, but I accidentally changed it to Barbi when I was at school. It's funny, but if you say something is 'this' way with the rock, then it is 'that' way. I haven't figured out why some things can be reversed while others can't. Sometimes the whole thing confuses me, and I don't know why. I wonder if Bambi did anything to me, like.