Mera maal itana jada tha k meri puri chaddi gili ho chuki thi pent k upar par gile hone ka nisan saf dikh raha tha tabhi radhika ne kaha dhime awaj me...kaha aaj hum tum ek ho jate hai jo karna hai kar lo me kuch nai bolungi usme kaha mujhe tumhra wo (lund) dekhna hai ye kehti hi usne meri pent khola chalu kar di me b khada ho gaya pent utarne ka baad mere chaddi ko dekha jo puri gili thi use dekh kar thoda hasi aur chaddi k upar se hi lund par kiss kiya aur apani jibh se chata me ek dum sihar. John Parron had planned to be here tonight, but not alone. The phone call that he got at six o'clock, saying that the woman he had a date with was not feeling well, had left him suddenly at loose ends. So he decided to come anyway, to see what might be made of the evening. Quite a bit, from the way this girl was acting.Over the next hour Sylvia danced with John often -- as often as she dared, as often as she could stand and remain standing. He made her legs weak with his touch. It seemed crazy. None of us has a horse cock, but we're reasonably endowed, and we later learned slightly more so than Bob, not so much in length (about an inch), but in thickness. All of our wives, particularly mine, are better looking than Susan. They are slimmer since they all work out (Susan less than the others because of her social obligations). Although both of the Marys had bigger tits than Susan, they were still small-average, while Jane carried a natural 34D rack on a slim frame and tight, toned. Until I realized he'd moved a full-length mirror a few feet away so I could see ...myself? By my nipples alone, I was holding up two large bags of breast meat. That's all I can call it. Meat! He'd called them "Fuckbags". It was so swollen from the chest I knew, I didn't recognize myself. I was like a sadistic cartoon, two cups larger than a few hours before. Maybe three sizes. Red, slippery from fluids and completely without skin. There was no protective layer and every inch of.