Hewanted to find other desperate people like him. Without love, he felt likea failure as a human being. Somehow he had a feeling that Jenniferwouldn'... want him, but maybe if he played his cards right he'd at leasthave a new friend and maybe get a good night kiss. While he was waiting henoticed that the music had changed. "You ain't nothing but a hound dog, crying all the time." Walter loved oldies and just sat there listening to the song. Themusic was so soothing that he just decided. This is my ID thi is my real story anyway. I don’t know how should I write this story I mean in English or Desi Indian language coz ISS is Indian Website so I would like to write in Desi style, mai or meri wife hum bahut opened minded hain, hamesha ek dusre ko maze dene ke bare mai sochte rehte hain meri wife bahut sexy hai or wo hamesha tight dresses pehanti hai jis se uske body ka ek ek part kapro me insaan bahar se feel kar sakta hai,Use koi bhi dekhta hai to dekhta rehta hai, shadi se. . ; more - " like you did them, she said, his sister, naming names.They sat across from George in a row from left to right, Maggie and their three girls - teenaged and too-true, triplets - his bevy of beauties, his life's share of ladies; his twin sister and their daughters, their bare legs all, crossed right-over-left, his females grinning at him, especially Maggie, and he was fervently grateful to God to be the felled prey in this catfight among his women. Maggie, forty-one and green. I could feel her quivering with excitement. My cock was standing straight out 8 inches and swollen with lust. I sat her on the edge of the bed and slid her panties off her. I knelt between her open legs and suckled those gorgeous hard nipples as the head of my cock teased her wet, open pussy lips. She was shaking and moaning then when she felt that my cock was at the entrance to her pussy, she looked me straight in the eyes, wrapped those long, firm legs around my waist and drew me in to the.