Or Deepak ne Gita ki chut me ice creem dal diya jese ice creem pighal ne laga ro Gita ko apne face ke upar betha diya or jese ice creem ki dhar uske c...ut se nikla sidha uske muh me gaya or sathi me Gita ki thodi thodi mut bhi sath me gaya. Deepak ne meri chut me ice creem dala or wese hi kiya. Phir ham log ese position me agaye niche Deepak soya or unke muh ke samne me apni chut rakhdi to wo niche se meri chut chat ne laga or Nihar ne piche se meri gand chat ne laga or Gita ne Deepak ke lund ko. The fact that she was doing this in such a public place added to the sensation and she was glad for not wearing pants as her nectar flowed uninhibited. Jen picked out a beautiful steak dinner that would have been hard for James to get while out of the country. She paid for the food and quickly got home to start preparing it. James's plane was due shortly and he always drove his own car home. Jen heard the car pull into the driveway and she went to door to greet her husband. James came in. "Slut! Daughter of Eve!" and the next thing I knew she'd almost run across the room and, grabbing my hair, hauled me off the Father."What?" I gasped confused. "I... I don't understand. What's wrong?"By now the MS had used some rope to bind my unresisting hands behind my back and the Father had pulled his cassock back on again. "My child," he explained, "whatever we teach here, I am still a man of the cloth and should remain celebrate. For me, personal fornication is a sin. You tempted me and,. The hand moved down her hip, under her stomach, searching for a fly on pants that zipped at the hip. The feel of him fumbling at her clothes tickled, but she liked it. The hand stretching her new sweater clenched. He growled his frustration and pulled her upright. He leaned into the counter with her. He wrapped his arms so tightly around her and bit her ear, feeling her reaction roll through both of them. Her head fell back onto his shoulder and he mouthed her trapezius. It far more sensitive.