The first of many happy years, love Kat." in small type.Karen laughed at Kat's antics and said, "My present wouldn't fit in either hole no matter how ...uch I tried, and she disappeared into her room and reappeared with a large bag.We opened it together. It was a painting showing the two of us sat on the seat on the way to Railway Farm, arm in arm.It was signed 'Neil, 2014.' Now there is a thing, I never knew Neil was an artist.During this time there was a knock at the door and a small voice,. Totally satisfied beyond anything else we dressed and did little else for the rest of the day. The feeling for both of us was fantastic ... and even though our bums ached a bit the following day it was a small price to pay for so great a relief ... and so it went on, day time at James house sucking and wanking each other with the occasional bum-fuck and night time in my bed when all sorts happened. For some kinky reason we found it nice to hold each others cock when we went for a piss ... I arched my back and started to push back as he thrust into me. As though he realized a dam had broken he suddenly started to thrust deeper and deeper, until I was taking the whole 12 inches, I felt his huge low hung bollocks slapping my thighs as he thrust into me like a brown oiled piston. The orgasm hit me like a tidal wave rolling on and on and on. I cried out incoherently as he continued to thrust into me, making my cunt contract again and again. He then slid his cock out of me altogether. To which I replied 10 minutes. Shruti was already prepared.They both started chatting about stuff. I was just concentrating on Anjali’s cleavage. Her milky white skin. And big boobs. While making sure she doesn’t notice. Oh, I forgot to tell about the stats. Anjali was 38 34 36. (She had huge breasts. A bit saggy but an awesome pair.)She has black hair and milky white skin. She likes to wear deep neck tops. She wore spectacles which added to her sexiness. On the other hand was Shruti 32 28 30..