Ghumate ghumate.. ek unglimeri naabhi dal kar phirane lage.Unka chumma chai, hath pherna yeh sab harkathe mere badan mei aag dhadakne lagi. Jo chigari...bhayya ka lund dekh kar sulgi thiwah ab aag ban gayee. Mei apne chootadon ko bhayya ke lund par dbane lagi. Ab mei bhayya, vayya bhul gayee. Unone meri sari khol dee aur, nada kheencha lekin lahnga nahinnikale. Kamer ke paas se apna hath ander dal kar meri BUR ki jaa rahe hai. Anjane me hi meine Apne janghe kholdee. Bhayya ka hath meri wahan se. And over.“Fuck me.” “I can’t.” The thrust. The nipple. The fingernails.As she shudders and feels her feet go weak, her precarious tiptoe position in danger of collapsing when she comes, she wants to scream that it can’t stop yet: it mustn’t stop yet. She needs, just once, to see it through to the end. To feel the climax that happened in her lifetime, many thousands of replays ago.But inevitably it doesn’t.Her face and body make the same movements they always do, jerking back onto his cock to. Her first husband could not cope with her affairs and needs but I loved it. In the 80s I shared her many times and she found loads of guys herself as well but eventually we split up.I did not meet her again for a couple of years after Sue and I split up and then we got friendly again and she told me a little of some of the things she had been doing.To give you a quick description, Sue was 5ft 8 inches tall with 36B/C breasts, large aureoles and thick nipples and a huge cunt which she kept tight. I know you and I used to constantly rag on that clique ofshallow airheads. But after I got on the squad I found out how thrillingand sexy athletes are. And when we rode on the same bus as the footballteam, I really got an education. I learned to overcome all my old racialprejudices. Black athletes really helped me appreciate the physicalnature of my being. Sitting close to them and feeling their soft lips onmy neck and their big hands between my legs, was like discovering mynervous and muscular.