It was carefree. My breathing ragged and harsh, I came. Biting my lip hard to muffle the sound. God, he knew how to fuck, just how to take me. I loved...it. In a few minutes I came a second time, this time he made me squirt; my legs shook. I felt him grow inside me, stretching me unimaginably. He pulled out, pushed me to my knees and forced his cock past my lips, no choice or time to protest. He held me there by the back of my head as he finished in my mouth. I swallowed fast and hard holding. I told them that I was exhausted that day because of last night, just before the ladies could rib me on who had so totally exhausted me, the first lady piped up about a strange dream she had had last night about being fucked by a large brown sausage. The other and I, were laughing. A fax came in and I spoke with the woman who had been laughing with me and from that conversation she learned I could not deep-throat. The second woman turned to the first woman to share this interesting fact about. I took my camera and coffee to the courtyard, bathed in softening late after light on the pots and flowers, yes nice. The girls re-appeared one by one and came out to the courtyard, slipping their shoes on at the door, immediately elevating their height a few extra cms, and all of them, even Phung, seemingly growing longer legs. What followed was an hour of two films, as I told them to do what they wanted and I would choose when and what I shot, just as long as they remained somewhere around. Main uski chuchiyon ko chuste aur dabate huye ab unke pet pe aa chuka tha aur unki gehri naabhi pe jibh daalkar chaat raha tha aur mami masti se apne jism ko chatwa rahi thi aur keh rahi thi lucky aaahhh mm aaahhh uuuuhh meriiii chuutt ko bhi chaat le beta.Jaise hi maine ye suna maine mami ko pair modne ko kaha aur mami ki saadi puri uthakar ab maine dekha ki mami ki chut par halke halke baal the aur unki chut dekhkar main pagal ho chuka tha aur mami ne acche se apni jaanghien faila rakhi thi.