Woh bola, “Ye dekho Hukum, iski nangi tange.” Sardar bola, “Waah, chhori ki tange badi moti aur gori gori hain, chadi nikal is chhori ki, chutad...aur gand dekhni hai.” Badri bola “Jo Hukum.” Aur fir usne meri panty bhi utar di.Sardar meri pussy dekh kar apna muh kholte hue bola, “Are waahh, kya badhiya chutad hai. Ek bhi ball nahi hai, ek dam saaf chutad dikh rahi hai, ab iski gaand to dikha.” Badri ne mujhe ghumaya. Sardar meri hips pe hath ghumate ghumate hath mar kar bola, “Waahhh,,, mast. Once I stripped down I moved behind my wife and fingered her pussy while I watched her sucking Daves cock. It was then I heard a Rod Stewart song playing in the background and I told Dave and my wife I wanted to see them dancing together. My wife stood up and they pretended to slow dance while she was rubbing his dick and his fingers were exploring her pussy. It was a fantastic sight to watch my naked wife in only her high heels and my best friend fondling each other for my pleasure and theirs.. The sharp point of her tongue delved and all but forced itself into the slit opening creating about the most exotic of feelings. Her lips parted wider slipping sensually over the ridge of the bulbous head, slowly gliding down the now pulsing shaft several inches. I felt the extreme heat of her mouth as her fingers gently cupped the heavy sack immediately below. With only a bit of difficulty I managed to lift my hips to slide my pants lower giving her more and better access. I suppose, like most. Lynn, the kid he justpassed in the hall, and it smelled like someone else. Cory vaulted therail to the switchback stairs below, an easy drop of fifteen feet,hopped the railing of that flight, and repeated the process 5 times tothe bottom.Someone lie there moaning, in a puddle of blood.He reached up to the collar and pressed a button."Someone's hurt real bad, Ms. Lynn." I'm on my way."...She was in the Dream Place. It was a light woodland, caught in perpetualspring, or occasionally fall..