Uske pink honth,pink gal,aur boobs ki pink nippel ne hamko gulabi bana diya tha.hum ne apni sari sudh budh ko bethi thi.bus uske sarrir se paar karte ...a rahe the.phir achank shenaz ne kha avi kya tum apni t-shirt nahi khologe.uska itna khena tha ki humne apni t-shirt bhi alag kar di.ab hum aur wo sirf jeans phene hua the.jab uska boobs hamare chest se takraya to humne uko jor se gale laga liya.issse ham dono ke sharrir ke bich hawa ko bhi nahi jagah mil payi.uske dono boos hard ho ke hamare. Sure enough, he comes in about ten seconds after I've started pissing. He stands at the urinal beside me, on my right. I am holding my cock in my right hand so he can't really see it. He pulls out his cut cock and holds it in his right hand so I have a clear view of it. I pointedly look over at his cock and shift my pecker to my left hand so he can see it if he looks. Sure enough, he looks over. I turn to him and say, "Hi, how are ya?". He: "I am good, you?"Me: "I am good too."He: "So you got. Connie let out a little moan and releasing Marge's nipple kissed her fully on the mouth as Marge returned in kind as their tongues intertwined and Marge's hand moved under Connie's skirt to her wet panties which were covering her treasure trove.Taking Connie by the hand Marge said, "Come with me sweetheart. I think we both need a bed." without hesitation Connie and Marge went to the bedroom and took off the rest of their clothes. Connie said, "I have never done anything like this before. It may. I contacted the drummer at the end of the weekend, promising to refund the cost of travelling to Bard. He felt indebted to me; though I thought it should be the other way around. He contributed brilliantly and essentially to the Vase. I met him and the mulatto the following day at the train station, embracing them both, but lingering with my old lover. The drummer didn't seem to mind. When we got home I found out why. As soon as their bags dropped, the mulatto brought me upstairs, the drummer.