I told her to wait for a few more minutes and continued sucking her tongue and lips.My hands were busy fondling Pallavi’s boobs, and I started sucki...g them like mangoes. (I don’t know how much will it give when one is fondling and sucking the boobs and the other man sucking and licking the vagina. You really need to be a girl to imagine or experience such a huge amount of pleasures.)My wife was lucky to have me as her husband. My friend was in no mood to leave her vagina. He was massaging her. But my brain was rewired by 4 caring, loving, patient women.You have to understand first off that the male brain is not wired the same as a female brain.Oh really? What gives you the first clue?I don't think I need to expound on that statement. It should be rather obvious to anyone with at least half of either type.Mens wiring is primal. Extremely primitive. The purpose of the male since the cave man is to make sure women get pregnant and continue the species. As a quick side note, I've always. A few laps in, the itch is a stronger and when she stops and scratches, it gives her an unusually pleasurable feeling of release. If she hadn’t just cleaned herself, she would be kind of grossed out by scratching her butt so much, but every time she scratches, it feels even better.Alone in the pool, she makes certain she is alone. Despite the itchy bottom, she’d been looking forward to those lovely little pool jets. She braces herself, grasping the wall and beginning to tease herself. When I got there the house was still empty and after collecting my mail I noticed that the parcel I was expecting had not arrived or had been stolen. I decided to knock on next doors door.it was opened by my old next door neighbour whose name was iris. this is how I would describe her. about five foot tall, sixty five years of age, slim, with big heavy breasts, she always flirted with me, and I can remember talking to her one day when a wasp went down her top. not a lot of room down there I.