Mere dono hath uske bobs kamaraur pith ko sahla rahe the uska makhmali body aisa lag rahaa tha ki jese me koiapsara ke sath hu fir usne muje bed pe li...a diya aur mera lund muh me bhar liyavo joro se usko lolipop ki tarah chus rahi thi mano jese koi bachha candi chusraha ho meri halat bigad rahi thi per vo manji huvi kulta randi thi vo jantithi ki aaj usko mere lund se pahli bar ras nikalna he usko kaha girana he voachhe se janti thi aur tin din se viyagra ka asar bahut hota he.Fir usne apni. I'll check in tomorrow."I had a busy day ahead of me. First target was the National Guard center. Maybe there would be a trailer mounted generator—I had hopes.The guard facility was mostly offices and warehouse. I found a Geiger counter and took it on general principles. I had no use for field manuals. I did, however, find a field radio kept in a metallized (read conductive) plastic bag, stored with a deployment kit and manual. The thing was huge. I lucked into a diesel generator. The problem. Ass fucking: one hour. While I did all of this my glistening, fully oiled and 9 ½ inch rock hard penis ( lund ) remained within inches from wife’s pussy but did not touch or penetrate it. The objective was to make her go crazy all night but deny her the pleasure of having her dream cock inside her pussy.My plan worked the first and the second nights, but I did not the have the will power to hold on to my evil game for the third night. I went so nuts with her cries for my cock and her body. “Relax, it’s cool,” Drew said, holding his hands up. “I didn’t even believe he had a girlfriend, let alone three quarters of the shit he said you guys were doing,” Drew said, dropping his hands down. “Dude you’re a fucking asshole!” My neighbor said, shoving drew nearly a foot across the room. “Whatever dude, I’m gonna take a piss!” Drew replied, walking out the door. My neighbor turned and looked at me, raising his hands up to his chest, palms facing outward. “I’m hella sorry. He’s my.