Bhabhi ne apne dono hato mera sir pakad rakha tha or jor se mujhe kiss kar thi .unki jeeb ko mai bhaut payar se chus raha tha. Or unke sarir me hatho ...e karan shiran ho rahi thi. Hamari kiss broke hui. To bhabi boli janu jo karna hai kar lo mai 2mhari hu puri or sharmakar maire chati se chipak gayi. Maire hath bhabhi k kamar se hatkar unke wide chutado pe pahuch gaye maine unhe jor se squeeze kiya bhabhi ne mujhe kas kas kar dabaya or mera lund unki choot k pe ja kar takra gaya. Bhabhi ne jor. "You cain't help us," she said in an upcountry accent. "Nobody can." You in trouble?" I asked as her young sister watched us curiously.The girl nodded. "Bad trouble," she said. "He's poking Ginny aw'ready and says I'm next. Then he says he's gonna sell Martha's cherry and poke her too." Doesn't sound like what a preacher should be up to," I said, watching the man rant and wave to a knot of squatters in the twilight."Tain't," the girl said. "We gotta go." She grabbed her sister and trotted back. “You just can’t get enough of my cock, can you?” Jared teased me as he was stroking my cock.“Ha ha, me? What about you?” I teased back.“Guilty as charged. Let’s get cleaned up and get back so we can fuck some more.” Jared said while pulling me by my hard dick out of the sleeping bag. We snuck into the house being as quiet as possible and got cleaned up in the guest bathroom. We held each other’s cocks as we peed. Jared grabbed a jar of Vaseline and we headed right back to the tree fort.“I can’t. The delicate and gentle one had started it, but it was the other's strong, rough hand that made me cream my pants.The woman I was spooning had caramel skin and long, black, curly hair, so she was the PA. Margie? No, it was Margot, and our boss was... um... Giselle! It had to be her pussy warming my butt.'You're awake,' she whispered. My cock twitched. It might have been the touch of her soft lips to the nape of my neck, the mellow timbre of her voice, her delightful French accent, or the thrill.