We had the lake to ourselves now and Jake proposed that we go along the lake a little further to a cottage belonging to a friend who had a full sand b...ach, there to go for a skinny dip. We all agreed and it did not take long to reach the site.By the time we got there, however, we were all chatting animatedly and nobody made a move to get in the water. After drifting off-shore for about fifteen minutes, talking and watching the deserted sandy beach, which was located in front of a large cottage. She had heard enough stories about this man and it bothered her the way her husband was treated.It was a Friday evening when the self-invited guest showed up, bearing no flowers or wine or anything that would reveal any manners at all. He was welcomed, or at least he got that impression, by the slender woman with long dark hair and a magnificent bosom with much cleavage on display in the lowcut blouse that she wore.Carrying on a conversation, she kept Manuel well supplied with his favorite. As the muscular, tall, bull pounded against her hips, her balls would slap against Denise Milani's swollen belly with a wet slapping sound. Every thrust into Denise Milani's perfect pussy her cock would get squeezed by her walls of pleasure, thirsting for her baby juice, aching to milk her mistress' balls dry. Her pussy stretched to accommodate the massive black horse cock.She bucked against it every thrust, hoping it'd squirt and fill her womb to the brim once again. She loved the smell and. Aashu hadbadayi awaaz mein bola: Papa kuch nahi, woh ek nayi game aayi hai friendship naam ki. Isko wahi khelni hai.Dhanush uncle: Acha theek hai.Udhar maine Kirti ko bola: Kya hua Kirti?Kirti: Bhabhi, bada dil kar raha hai dosti karne ka. Kal bahut maza aaya tha. Mujhe firse maza karna hai.Main: Koi baat nahi Kirti, tum jee bhar ka maza karogi. Ek baar apne bhaiya ko free ho jaane do, fir woh tumhare sath dosti karenge.Kirti: Ok, bhabhi.Dhanush uncle se baat khatam karne ke baad Aashu seedha.