Navel pe lick karte hi maano unme current sa lag gya ho wo ekdum se or jor jor se moan karne lagi or uchalne lagi or aaaaaahh. Ummmmm bafsssss ki awaz...nikalne lagi. Ye dekh k main or josh me aa gya or unki chut ko lick karne laga or unki gaand me ungli se ander bhar. Bhabhi bhi mere sar ko apni chut me dakha de rahi thi or aise hi 10 min lick karne k baad wo jhad gyi.Fir maine bhabhi ko khada kiya or apna lund unk haath me pakda diya fir kuch der bhabhi ne haath se shelaya or usk baad muh me le. I wrote so much music. I even had ideas for lyrics to work on with Pat. Songs about girls wanting to be with us, being away from home, having a good time, all the things that we were experiencing in our lives. When we got to the studio to record, I came armed with these new tracks for us to record that were in our style..." I said with a big smile on my face. Donna was smiling too."Pat then starts playing us the demos he had done that were all very 'down', minor key, very introspective. I. And then it did. But, neither of the men came. They just continued to fuck Angie's holes. This particular orgasm shocked Angie! It couldn't be. This one was her own. Her body betrayed her. She was turned on by all the attention these men were giving her. They were giving her their cocks, their sperm. She had really started to get into it and now Angie was moaning like a whore as she came. The dick in her mouth popped out long enough for her to say, "Oh YES! Fuck me! Fuck your little toy. Use my. I had scoured the internet, searching for her pictures. I never found any, sadly. I thought we were just co-workers again, but that changed one day. I was leaving work one day and passed Katie. Grabbing my arm and pulling me close, she whispered, “You want to play a game?” “Sure,” I responded. “Your ticket to play is to wear a pair of pink panties tomorrow. If you don’t, the game’s over.” She simply walked away. I was wondering if I was going to finally score with her, she knew all about my.