A kiss that seemed to go on and on, alternating between soft and tender and hard and needy.Finally, Malcolm broke the kiss, smiling at my wife. “Are...you okay with all of this?”“Yes,” came my wife’s almost whispered answer. “I told Luther I wanted to experiment and explore.”“Okay,” this seemingly now gentle giant replied, “But just to check, you do know we’re going to fuck you and fuck you, and then fuck you some more. That is what you want, right?”Jill giggled, the slightest of blushes. It was only an attempt to get him to look at and to talk about her intimate treasure. She once shaved her pussy when she was fourteen and, when the pubes came back with a vengeance, the stubbles felt awfully scratchy like she had a prickly hair brush stuck between her legs.“Well, I was thinking of just trimming it for you,” she suggested. “You can’t imagine how itchy it gets down there and burns and gets all red when I shave it bald.”“Is that normal?”“Yes, but it’s far worse the first time. For me, Bollywood was my religion, and I was not the only one in my household who was addicted to this mouth-watering Indian dish, but my mother was also an avid participant. In fact, it was my mother who got me addicted to the Bollywood world of love, lust, family and betrayal, ever since I was a little kid. As a faithful servant of the Bollywood world will testify, Indian films are renowned for their extravagance, whether it be over the top love stories, colourful dance routines, or in. When I looked up her skirt, I had to hold back a smile. She wasn't wearing panties, showing off her juicy, shaved cunt. Just by looking at it, I could tell that she was definitely not a virgin. When every one started packing up to leave, the preacher stopped me. “Hey, Bradley! I need you to take my daughter home for me. My wife and I will be going out with some friends. We would really appreciate it.” I couldn't say no, even though my idea was morally wrong. So I agreed and approached Miley..