Everyone’s comfortable? Excellent.“First, let me quote from an ancient text, about 1700 years old, called the Chandogya Upanishad.Man, verily, O G...utama, is a sacrificial fire. In this case the open mouth is the fuel, the breath is the smoke, the tongue its flame, the eye its embers, and the ear its sparks. In this fire the gods offer food as libation; out of that offering arises the semen.Woman, verily, O Gautama, is a sacrificial fire. In this case the lips of her vulva is the fuel, the hair. His brown body eased forward, as his chest lowered to her. When he was comfortable, he reached under the cheeks of her as to use both hands to separate her cunt lips. The fat head of his cock would not catch on her hole, so he felt for it with his finger. Finding the right spot, he started to push.Tricia's moans got louder as the end of his cock slipped past the tight ring guarding her tender insides. He raised himself to look at her face. The look on her face told him that her mind was trying. I used to call her Madu bala just to tease her now coming to the story it’s a very nice evening and me and my friend were standing on a mommo stall where we use to visit regularly and we were just chatting there then suddenly a girl Shalini with her friend visited there and asked for a space saying bhaiya jagah chodna zara my friend got angry.He passed a comment bhaiya nhi sainya and she replied fikar mat karo tum uske layak nhi ho. I was in need of a job in those days so I ignored all the. Her butt was nice, not exceptional at all but you could give it a good slap if you had the chance. She usually kept her hair long so it flowed down towards her breasts. Her voice was very sweet and gentle and yet she wasn't afraid to be outgoing or stand up for herself. Truth be told, when she got mad or animated it was always a turn on for me.Kay and I always got along well and there was always mild flirting between the two of us (mostly from me). I've told her that any man would be lucky.