On and on we went, talking about our dads, our families our wives and k**s.We talked for almost 4 hours, reminiscing about our days of close-friendshi...remembering the day one of the older girls in the neighborhood let us fondleher tits while she rubbed our dicks through our pants. Not to mention thefew jo contests we had to see whose cum could spew the furthest.By the end of those 4 hours, we felt like no time had passed. We agreed thatsometime during his stay we would go away for a few days. Time to letTanya review this and get it posted.So there is my story. Written as required by my friend and platonicroommate, Tanya.Hey girls,Thought I would add a note before Tristen posted this. He really is anice guy to know and has helped me out a lot. He does have the two sides to him. Tristen: the regular guy that worksand fishes, watches his SciFi and read Steven King or works on his familytree. trista: the other side is so interesting! And I have really had aneye opener. Guess you. But then, if you were their sex slave they might do disgusting stuff to you as well, and maybe make you do disgusting stuff to them. I crawled into bed and wrapped the blankets around me and tried to tell my brain that the movement outside the window was a tree swaying in the wind. My brain didn’t really believe me.I guess it was only about half an hour later. I was lying in bed, still trying to go to sleep, when the phone rang again. I stumbled out of bed to answer it but Tara got there first.. Haa ek baat aur, jab hum ek dusre ko chodne ke liye tayar hai aur ek dusre ka choot aur lund chat rahe hai, chus rahe hain tab eh aap aap ka kya rag laga rakha hai. Tum mujhko mera nam lekar pukaro aur aap aap ki rag chodo.” ab main ne dekha ki unki choot lund khane ke liye khul band ho rahi hai aur apni lar baha rahi hai aur uski choot bahar aur andar se ras se bhiga hua tha. Main ne jaise hi apni jibh bhabhi ki choot me ghuseda to wo chillane lagee, “hai, kya cheez banai hai bhagwan ne, chuso.