I told her my name was Chrissy. I looked her up and down and she looked good, in her early 40's but she'd really kept in shape.Under the dyed hair she...had quite a pretty face with just a touch of make-up, and the expensive looking Armani jacket over a white silk blouse, and a nice pair of tits, the long buttoned slit skirt showed a glimpse of her long tanned legs with a nice firm ass to go with them. As I was admiring Jas' body, the other car door opened and another woman got out. She was the. Uska gora sharir ekdam saffed dudh ki tarha tha jo bohot hi aakarshit tha. Man kaiya usko abhi ke abhi choode du par mujhe sex ka pura majha lena tha.Fir mahne uski hatho ko pakda aur upar kiya. Uske bagal me ek bhi baal nahi the aur deo ka sugand bhi aaraha tha. Fir mahne pahle uske bagal (under arms) ke upar aur niche ki skin ko chaata aur fir uske bagal ko chusne laga. Usne kaha aah koi pahli bar mere bagal ko chus raha he. Ahhh Ohh bohot majha aa raha he ahh. Mahne uski dono bagal ko. That made me wonder whose dick she had in her mouth.Before I could think too much more about it, I felt something cover my mouth and nose. After, quite literally, a second, there was no doubt in my mind that it was a pussy covering my face. Almost on instinct, I kissed it, then stuck my tongue out. No question, it was a pussy. I began licking, and could tell that it wasn’t my wife’s. It was still nice, so I settled into the licking. Occasionally, I felt it shift, trying to get me to reach. I will be the pig at the feast.I slide open the patio doors and step outside. The chill air makes me shiver under the bathrobe and the friction of the terry cloth makes my nipples stand out, as if I was excited. I walk on the grass towards the pit. The moonlight bathes the backyard in its blue light. The oiled spit gleams on its iron supports over the charcoal filled pit. Dad set it up yesterday, the kindling, covered by the charcoal, and the four long wicks of rolled cotton that sink to the.