Humdono juice wale ki dukan par bethethe.usitime hooda bola ki agar tum mujhe ek chocho(corex) pilane ka vaada karte ho to men meri gaand ka maza use ...e dunga.mera lund khada ho k bilkul lohe ki rod jaisa ho gaya tha. Men uske front men betha tha.aur uski gaand k siva mujhe kuch bhi nahi dikh raha tha,maine haan kar di aur apna lund nikal k hooda k haath par rakh diya.wo mere lund ko sehlane laga aur phir muh mein andar bahar karne laga mujhe mazaa aa rahatha aur mera 8″ ka lund pura. Merlin preserve her but she was hardly a young girl anymore; she wasn’t a girl at all in fact. She was an unquestionably middle-aged witch with not only a husband but seven c***dren, all of whom were, by any definition, fully grown.To think that she would jump headlong into an illicit affair with her son’s not only famous but now legendary best friend just because he was attractive was ridiculous…and insulting.To both of them, really.No, the reason she had fallen into this so quickly, so. I stopped her laugh, kissing her deep in mouth. She also hugged me with her both hands around my neck. I started to squeeze her big boobs on top of her dress.She held my hand and asked,’apnar uddeshya ki,sudhu furti kora,naki aro kichu?'(what is your intention?just sex, or something else?) I told her that for the time being nothing else. We both are youg, we should enjoy our bodies first, and think about that later. I started to undress her. She was holding my dick in her hand and exclaimed’ a. Always the pearls. Tonight she wore them so that they fell along the fold of her top, plunging into the depths of her neckline and disappearing, inviting any passing the eye to follow the strand down.At at the bar, she sipped at her martini (her signature drink for these games, with three olives speared on a drunkenly leaning cocktail sword). She sat at the ready to swat down the approaches of any men attempting to buy her a drink.The game had changed in one significant way: he wasn't to.