Aj tak mauka nahi mila, kutiya bana ke chodunga”“Kab mana kiya hai tujhe. Kutiya bana ya gadhi bas chodta reh. Sale ek din sare yaaro ko bula ke c...udwaungi ek sath. Ah, jab shant hogi ye chut.”“Han woh sala doodh wala bohut rota tujhe chodne ke liye.”“Ahh, gandu hai sala woh. Lund to uska bohut bada par sala himmat nahi kabhi chodne ki. Ab khoob maze lungi tum saro ke lund ki.Birju ne Anita ko palat kar kutiya banaya aur piche se lund pel diya. “Aah badwe, fad di chut tune. Madarchod. Kutiya. Taking my cock again in her hands she began to kiss it and with little flicks of her tongue she played with it as it grew ever so hard. Hormones raging I started to shove my cock into her mouth when she stopped again.“Do you like this?” she asked. I must have grunted my response but it was irrelevant, she already knew the answer. Proceeding she told me“If you want more then you will do what I say and please me” again I nodded. “Kneel” she commanded. Pushing my head down, she swung her legs. Jan however was in her own world.She was once again enjoying the pleasures of sex.It reminded her of her younger days when her husband used to fuck her all the time.She like when he gave it to her hard and fast.She was now moaning on every stroke that John gave her."Harder Fuck Me Harder Slam That Dick Into Me,"John needed no further invitation as he severely quickened his pace and was really giiving it to her.His balls were slapping her ass.She wrapped her legs around him to get him to go even. Jean admitted, “I have a farming book out, John. I wanted to find what we might be able to do here apart from a little gardening.”“Great! Is there is picture or a drawing of a pig in the book?”“You’ll need to look for yourself, John. I wasn’t thinking of animal husbandry.”She fetched the book and handed it to him. He skimmed through it and found a good picture, then used the index to find text about pigs.“Damn!” he cursed. “It doesn’t say anything about where they started from in the world. Do.