.." the bridesmaid cries.My father’s hips thrust ever more forcefully into her hairy blonde snatch in response to these words and her body is bangin... against the hut, the noises echoing around the wood, though neither seem to care now as they lose any inhibitions. Seconds later and his little slut finally goes off and her head rocks back against the hut wall. “Fuck!” she cries out as her hands grip my dad’s arse cheeks, pulling him as deep inside her as possible as her orgasm courses through. Badi soft awaj aa rahi thi uski. Maine dhire se uski pink waxed chut ko panty ke changul se azad kiya. Oooooo. My goodness. Maine jaise hi uski dono taange failayi or apna muh uski chut par rakha laga jaise hjaro flowers ek sath mehak rahe hai. Fir dhire dhire se kicking suru ki. Wo cushioned table par keti thi or me jamin par tha ghutno ke sahare baitha tha or uski chut ke ras ka mja le rha th joki already halka halka nikal rha tha. Uski awaje ab thidi tej ho gai thi. Maine dhire dhire licking. What the hell? It was one date out of my life. Besides, I didn’t want to be one of those guys she mentioned who couldn’t deal with someone with a handicap. Truth be told, though, it bothered me. She lived with her folks in Belmont Estates, an upscale, predominantly Jewish post World War Two suburban development of mostly sprawling rangers set on equally sprawling lawns. Professional people lived here— doctors, lawyers, engineers and people like her dad who had made it in business. They could. “What did I tell you about sharing?” she asked suddenly, playfully slapping me on the cheek. “If you want to do that with it,” making a wanking gesture with her hand, “then you don’t need this,” and she closed her legs tight – forcing me away from her sweet slit.“Sorry?” I said with uncertainty. She beckoned me to stand up once more and then stepped back so she was leaning against the wall, pulling me with her.“Fuck me,” she said, precisely, “Fuck me now.”I felt my cock twitch in anticipation.