Or usko pata nhi kese mere gangbang ke baare me pta chal gya.Ek din wo ghar par aaya tab ghar par koi nhi tha to usne mujhe bola. Soumya tum bhot maje...lene lagi ho aaj kal. Mujhe samajh nhi aaya. Fir usne mujhe puri baat batai ki usko mere gangbang ke baare me pata chal gaya h.Or wo ghar par sabko bata dega. Mene bola please mat batana. Tum jo kahoge mai karungi. To bola thik h tumhe ek kaam karna hoga. Wo bola ki tumhe ek din ke liye mera ek dost h uske saath raat bitani hogi. Mene mna kiya.. As we talk she is stroking my cock and playing with my balls. She looks around to make sure no one is looking, bends over and takes my cock in her hot mouth and sucks me the best that she can under the circumstances. When she comes back up, she said damn baby I can barely fit half of you in my mouth. I put my hand under her dress and find her panties wet. Without warning, I shove a finger as deep in her as hard as I could and she let out a loud gasp getting the attention of a few people in the. A thought in the back of my head tells me 'this could be an omen'. On reflection, the combination of Karen and Marvin Gaye is more like a horror movie.Karen has fed my imagination, and I picture her preparing for the evening. I imagine her feeling her tits after a bath, but before dressing. The thought of her pushing her breasts upwards until she can suck her nipples sends a shock wave to my groin. Would she finish playing, or would her hands stray further? I visualize her smoothing the skin on. But it just felt right. Despite all the physicality of this experience, they didn't seek to define this as something sexual. They were just exploring certain possibilities. The way things usually ended, they could've been continued in any moment without any real danger to the status of their relationships. Synthia and Mike. They had this much bigger thing going on. The family thing. "Synthia, I've been thinking lately... Do you mind, if I ask you?" I hope it's not about..." The last time we.