Ami office er jnyo bus e jaoa asa kori ebar amar story ta suru korchi ami ekdin office e jachi sokal bela bus e khub bhir seat pelam na dariye achi ek...on 19- 20 age er meye amar pechone daralo ladies seat er dike mukh kore ektu por amar pacha or pacha te touch krte laglo khub norom ar boro boro pacha ami icha kore halka halka touch krte laglam ektu por dekhlam meye ta nijer pacha ta ar sorache na amar pachar sathe Touch kore ache ami aste aste aro chap dite laglam ar dekhi meye tao nijer pacha. Thanks to all who have commented by post and email. My deepest gratitude to my careful editor, and to a new friend who has also helped. ***** He flicked off the alarm, immediately realised he was alone. Lay for a bit, reflecting on what Melanie had told him about life with George. And on the sex they had shared last night. God, he’d loved giving her the pleasure of fucking his arse. It hadn’t aroused him at all physically, but her need had been palpable. Especially when she’d stopped trying to. At that time another bull stood directly behind her head plopping his massive cock on her forehead. She raised her head upward to reach it with her mouth and started sucking it while the first bull was increasing the depth of his cock in her vagina. He had inched his cock all the way into her, up to his balls and just stopped, holding that position and playing with her clit. My wife was turned on and horny.She pushed the bull in her mouth forward and started rimming his sphincter. He started. He circles his tongue gently around my navel, bigger circles at first, going round and round. He pulls it in, making smaller circles until he dips his tongue in quick, and back out, before kissing down further. My head leans back, my shuddering moan is uncontrollable. The wind seems to be picking up a little more; I can hear it howling in the mountains around us. Master is on his knees now; his hands move around and slap each cheek, yanking my attention back to him. I roll my head from hanging.