Woh stories aap log padh chuke ho. Maine meri biwi ko Asma aur Reshma banake khoob choda hai. Woh bhi ek randi ki tarah mujhse har roz chudwati hai.Au... bohut baar maine usko meri maa banake choda hai. Mujhse meri biwi kehti, “Mere bhadwe bete, mere laal aaj tu hi chodega ya dalaal banke kisi aur mard ko le aayega teri maa ki chut chodne?”Main kehta hun, “Meri maa, bol tujhe kis laude se chudna hai. Bol teri chut kya chahti hai main ek bada aur mota wala lauda tujhe dhoond ke le aaunga.”Tabhi. . fits you, mumblingBump .... this on your back, you've got your hands are tied , so much on the edge , you do not iterupt lean back and your legs to show the view of a little fucking pussy ... but following the earthquake .... you shove your dick deep in shock to your pussy to feel the uterus ! you said deep , just like me ....automatically for comfort feet lying back to this fucking deep, my hands and I squeeze nipples and rubbing her clitoris over again and again filled pussy ! legs are. He was a little floored by the whole thing. Steve pulled me aside, "Chris, are you sure about this?" "Don't worry," I reassured him, "We'll just have to pick out suits that the girls will never wear." After a few minutes of looking, Steve came up to me with a devilish grin on his face. "How bout these?" "Dental floss?" "No, no, you idiot, they're bathing suits." They were, but they certainly were small. Balled up, one could conceal the entire suit in one hand. Essentially, the suit was an ultra. "Let's go home." The boys followed me back to Sal's caddy. We'd find Simone later, it was Friday night and my fiancé was in town.I picked up my VW Rabbit outside the Frontier Club and drove back to my apartment. Paul was there waiting for me, he always came down on the weekends and I let myself in quietly because the poor dear was already asleep on the couch. I stashed my gun, a little BDA .380 that I loved, along with my switchblade in my underwear drawer. Then I changed into something sexy, a.