Lo pakad lo pichhe se meri nangi peeth pr apna sina chipka do…Mere boob pakad kr lund drar mein daal kr khoob marna…Fir chhodna mat…Aaah..Aauch....Meri chut k diwane…Ab der mat karo…Daal do…Fir ghodi bna kr uper chadh jana…Raj-aaj tum bahut maza dene wali ho meri jaan…Maine usko pakad kr bed ki aur le gya.Fir pichhe se pakda aur lund ko drar pr rakha aur dheere se lund chutad ki drar k beech mein se ander jane lga.Chutad ki drar mein jaise jaise lund aage gya dono ko khoob maza aane lga.Uske boob. She and I met at the mall, one afternoon, when I was on my quest for excitement. I was wearing a pair of red latex, boy- shorts with my favorite dildo stuffed inside, and matching, red latex, halter top with thigh high, platform boots. She stopped me, and asked me to have lunch with her, which I did. We sat down at the food court; she complimented me on my daring outfit, pointing to the dildo, poking a bulge through the thin latex. I told her that I craved excitement, loved attention and being. I undressed in front of her. Seeing her like that just made me NEED to be out of my clothing. I walked over, put my hands on her his and locked into a deep, wet kiss with her. Her hands were stroking my cock and cupping my balls all at the same time.I remember thinking that I needed her out of her nighty, That big, sexy body was calling to me. I just had to have her naked and my hands on her. The nighty came off and now I was caressing that nice big belly of hers. I am turned on by big belly’s,. A couple of moms and one dad had come in to greet us as well. The moms saw the mistletoe and knew what it meant, and I had the pleasure of kissing Stephanie's mom just a little more thoroughly than friendship or fellow-parent-ship might indicate. Her smile told me she this was just fine with her."Merry Christmas, David. Nice."Did she mean the kiss or the party preparations? No matter. I smiled."Merry Christmas, Lee. Very nice."No, I didn't kiss the dad. My spouse took care of that, and I could.