‘Ueeeee main jahrne wali hun…ab nahin ruk sakti…’ she cried. I was also about to cum…but wanted to cum on her big and hot mummay and on her ...ace. So I let her cum while fiercely pumping her asshole. Faruu started shuddering and cumming. ‘Ohhh mein jharrahe hun…aur zor se dhakka do…’ she said. I knew that I was also going to cum soon and started pumping her asshole with big thrusts. She was still fingerfuckingn herself and said ‘I wasnt to cum once again…this time with you.’ I tool my lund out. Tony began slamming his cock into her ass, reveling in the sensation. Then he felt a new sensation. Leaning to the side, he realized Jeannie had pushed her hands beneath her. One hand was rubbing her clit and the other had snaked lower, so that her fingers were touching and teasing his shaft. “Sweet Jesus!” he muttered and began slamming his cock into her even harder. Jeannie continued to beg him to pound her ass, pussyjuice running down her thighs. It only took a few minutes more before Tony. He had had it put there back in 1983, shortly after becoming fully cognizant of the fact that music was actually his life's career. It was a design he'd come up that was deeply symbolic of how he felt about the contrast between his love of music and the gladiator/indentured servant-like system of bringing it to the public. The tat was six inches long and stretched from his left shoulder to mid-way down his bicep. It showed the neck and headstock of a guitar. Gripping the neck and holding a. An hour of drive through various modes of public transport, I reached an remote site. Locals kept starting at me weirdly, probably because I was an outsider but none really made any attempts to speak to me. I saw from far off what looked like a broken ancient wall and intrigued I walked towards it. However, when I reached the site and peeked on the other side of the wall, I saw few youths lying on the ground, and all seemed pretty hammered i.e. high on drugs.[For those who are merely interested.