Before I knew what was happening Mathew was up on his feet again, kissing me as he did before the all to brief cock sucking he treated me to. “I’m...going to fuck your asshole again, Dave,” he told me, holding my face firmly between his hands. I tried to reply but he interrupted me by saying, “Not a word out of you, Dave,” then he turned me around and pressed his cock into my still cum-filled hole. All I could do was gasp in a mixture of pain and delight as his hard cock filled my asshole. As. I couldn't remember a time when we'd found each other so well. When we'd split up, my belief had been that Maggie and I had simply found ourselves together by force of habit. She had her circle of friends and her career and I had mine. Our spheres of influence had barely intersected if at all. When she had left her job as a journalist to raise the kids I could almost feel the palpable resentment she harboured against me. No matter how much I tried to follow the textbook methods of supporting. Babuji ne apna haath meri gaand par firana shuru kar diya. Maine babuji ka lund haath mein le liye aur usse sahlana shuru kar diya. Unka lund puri tarah kada ho chuka tha. Maine usse chatna shuru kar diya, Meri chut bhi paniya gayi thi. Maine kaha ” ap pehle Radhika ko chod kar shant kar do, isski chut abhi kunwari hai, lekin zara, pyar se chodna apni bitiya ko,” ye kehte huye maine Radhika ki tahngen chauri kar di aur uski chut par babuji ka lund tika diya, unke tatton par haath firaya jis. ‘nai sa…masiii… ufff’ bolte huwe amit zamin par gir gaya. Amit ki awaz mei virod lag raha tha. Dipty masi ne jo bola uska virod tha. Dipty ko na sunke acha nai laga. Wo table par se uthi aur ek laat mari. Issbar uski laat bilkul lund ki niche ki goti par lagi. Amit ki to jaan nikal gayi thi. Wo kuch soch ni nahi pa raha tha.Dipty firse kitchen table par akar bhet gayi. Aur apni chapel ka sole dikha rahi thi. Yaha par amit apne lund aur goti ko pakad kar chilla raha tha. Usse kafi pain ho raha.