Rekha went into hysterics of climatic orgasms. Then I took her from one platform of ecstasy to another. I had raised her leg over one of my shoulders ...hilst she used support from the kitchen wall. She in no way hid her feelings of pleasure screaming in ecstasy, OH ohohohohooh Harsh Harsh Ohhohhoohoh!!!!!! Im cumming im cumming oh please oh please OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!She grabbed my hair grinding my face deep into her pussy. Her clit clearly red and sore from my attention. She had not. "But Helena seemed not to be frightened. She went out of the car and said to him:"We are two bitches wanting to be fucked… could you help us?”The young guy stared at Helena and could not believe it. But my girlfriend put a hand on his bulge, rubbed it a little and said "Come to the car."Helena drove directly to her house, because her husband was out of the town.She led me and the Moroccan guy, whose name was Ahmed, to the garage.The place was a real mess, with a lot of old stuff and a dirty. . Here boy!" she cried, suddenly feeling a thump onto the bed as something jumped up onto it. She felt a few hairs tickling her bare butt and thighs. "Good Boy... Good dog" she whimpered, feeling his tongue start to brush around her slit once more."Good boy.. Keep licking.." she whimpered, her juices flowing from her pussy to be lapped up almost immediately by the dog's huge tongue. She could feel it pushing between her lips, occasionally rubbing directly against her clit & sending a wave of. “Question please,” I whispered in her ear. “If you are free Saturday night and you don’t think it too forward of me. Would you like to have dinner at my place?” She lifted her head and looked up at me, “I am a great cook. I love to cook, but rarely have the opportunity to cook for someone. I would love to cook for you.” I smiled, “Yes, no and yes.” We gazed into each other’s eyes in silence. I wanted to taste her lips and squeeze her body against mine. Feel her breasts crushed against my.