Jetha: aysi bat hai. Lijiye ap mujhe nanga kijiye.Babita ne jaisai neche hua pant kholene ke liye. Jetha nay unke mamay ko jor se dabochl iya. Babita ...o dard hua. Usne jethalal ka lund apne mu se kata jor se.Babita: Ab kaise laga.Jetha: Maja agaya babitaji…… ak bar aur.Daya: Tapu ke papa may kar dete hu.. bol kar daya ne kata jetha ke lund ko.Jetha: Chal udhar chal mere sath.Sodi: Roj to apni bivi ke sath hotay hai. Kiyu na aj ek dusre ki bivi ke sath……..Roshan: Mujhe to Mehta sahib ki pichkari. Subtle movement in the periphery catches my attention and snaps me back to the present. No more visions of slow dancing pressed close together in a darkened room burning with the amber glow of vanilla scented candles. No more watching the flames dance, flicker and reflect off the gold chargers holding those squat, fat, ivory colored candles. The staccato sounds of rain hitting the vintage twelve pane windows on the Inn as my lover and I dance along in oblivion stops abruptly, even though the. We started casual talkings. I was wearing white tight little transparent nighty so my assets were partially visible for him while talking many times he secretly scanned my entire body. Just acting as accidental I even gave him view of my sexy cleavage. The bulge of his cock is really visible for me. When he is about to leave casually he asked my number, I gave him. At same night he called me. So soon every day we started talking slowly our talk became deep and sexual. Many days we engaged in. I always pack toy cleaner so I performed a once over on my ribbed and 12x4 dildos and slowly reentered The Pen. It was a rare time when all the guys kinda stopped to make sure I was alright, but I walked in confidently, even more so than some of the guys uns**thed by the incident, and indicated enthusiastically, that I was just fine. 100% prepared to be the airtight gangslut that the room needed to drain their loaded fucksticks. So, we started over, relieved that the elephant in the room was.