Main bhi utha or uspr let gya or lund ander dalne k liye dhakke dene lga 2-4 bar m n jane pr nisha n hath s pkdkr choot pr lagaya or ishara kiya. M to...josh m tha hi to ek jordaar dhakka mara or mera lund uski choot m ant tk dhansa diya.Uske muh se cheekh nikal gyi wo dard s upar srki or boli.N- uuuuiii maaaa marega kyaa aaram se dalna tha aaah haii.A- ghabra kr kya hua ….Bahar nikalu kya. N- nnnhiiii . . Maine ftaft 8-10 tgdedhakke lgaye to usne meri kamar pkdli.N- aram s chod aram s nhi to. It stressed that confidentiality and anonymity were rigorously respected.After I had paid the agency fee, and sent a photograph, I nervously awaited contact.Finally I received an email. For my first meeting, I had to wait at an appointed time by a telephone kiosk outside a car park, in an area I knew. I would be collected and taken to meet the other members.I arrived on time. I was quivering with a mixture of nerves and excitement. At nine in the evening, there were few people about at that. “Hello,” CiCi answered.“Yeah. How long it gon’ take you to get here?”“I just got out the shower. Give me twenty minutes.”“Yeah. Just hit me up when you get outside.”With that, Boston ended the call. CiCi rushed into slut mode. He lit candles – a strawberries & cream scented one in his bedroom and a Tahitian vanilla one in the living room. He lathered his entire five-foot-four-inch body with a concoction of lotion and baby oil. Next, he selected a pair of lavender thigh high socks that were. I was in for a very pleasant shock to see Rita wearing a light blue thong. My girl practicing to wear a thong for me, how sweet of her and I thought and my dick slapped against my belly. I slid my nose between her buttocks and smelled her pussy. It had a musky smell the thong was not adequate enough to completely cover Rita’s pussy and I could see her pussy lips again there was not hair and my babe has shaved it for me.My heart began to pound. How I wanted to fuck my sweet loving wife and how.