Ripley and I dressed hurriedly before opening it. As it slid open slowly, loud hissing filled the cabin. It was like attending a Yakov Smirnoff show i... Branson. Before us, suddenly stood a stern-looking man holding a large book and chain-smoking Camels. "Ladies," he began as he eyed Ripley's still-heaving bosom appreciatively. "Might I interest you in a wonderful cookbook?" he continued. "It's called 'To Serve man '...nudge nudge. Wink. Wink."I interrupted his smug sales pitch with my own. Utarne laga uske boobs bade or gore the or me uske boobs pine laga sala dooth to nikalta hi nahi tha bas maza bohot aata tha or wo bhi aaahhhh uhhhhaaaa karti rehti thi 2 saal me mene uski kabhi choot shuck ki wo mujhe accha nahi lagta h boobs pite pite me bhi hot ho gaya tha mera lund bhi mota or tan gaya tha fir boobs ko kiss karte karte niche aaya or uski penty bhi utaar di uski choot se kuch nikal raha tha wo gili ho gai thi. mene choot k uper kiss kiya to uski siskiya nikal gai fir mene. The event took place about a week before Freshmen were scheduled to start arriving for the fall term.Of course I had my own house, by then, so I could come and go to the various festivities, and still have a place to relax. It was summer, and the frat houses and sororities opened up their doors to returning alums. There were all kinds of organized festivities, and programs, and speeches, all designed to get the alumni to donate money, of course. I was exempt from that, to a degree, even though. ”“They have photographs of me orgasming as they fucked me and spanked me, remember? I don’t want those pics appearing on the internet. And if they ask why I didn’t report it immediately, so they could test for semen and DNA in my pussy, what do I say?”“You could just say you wanted to talk with me first, and I didn’t get home for three days, by which we both knew it was too late for that sort of testing.”“I suppose so. But I had told you about the pics by then, awful pics, incriminating pics..