8′ he or lund(loda)isaki to batt hi na pucho jisane bhi mera lund liya he usako hi pucho mene abhi tak bahot ladaki ko puri tarah stetistfiad kiya h... usame ISS readar ka bhi samavesh hota he aap ne meri 2 kahani aage padhi hogi pyarse choda , or bhai ki shali ki chudai bahot hi sare mail mile sabbko thenk abb jyade bate nahi karate huwe apani story par aata hu mere papa ek gawe me teachar he or ham ahemadabad me rahate he to kahi barr hame gawe me jana hota he or papa teachar he to sidhi si. Inside the box were all the underwear he had acquired over the months, he had a pretty big collection of underwear sealed in airtight bags. He told that by sealing the bags it kept the smell fresh. He pulled out a pair that id seen before in fact they were mine the ones that were taken from my locker a few months back. There were my black briefs in his right hand and his left hand stroking his cock through his shorts. I watched as he took my briefs and held it up to his nose and inhaled in. So I tucked a dirty pair of my panties into his bag ("So you won't forget me," I said with a wink) and sent him off alone. And Paul went to attend some sort of daylong seminar in another city that wouldn't be over until six, and he still had a two-hour drive to get back home.So that left Sara and me. I got home from tennis practice at around two that Saturday afternoon. I'd showered at the gym, but still wanted to get some soak time in the tub. And to tell you the truth, I was getting horny and. No longer able to control my motions, I fucked his manhood furiously, as fast and as hard as I could. This was a pain-pleasure experience I had never dreamed possible. I was a sexual a****l, a real bitch in heat, and it was fucking great! And then another orgasm... and another. They were coming so fast I couldn't keep track. Andy now took control and rolled me onto my back, straddled one leg and brought the other straight up his chest. His cock was now deeper than ever before. I was being.