Phir pucha kya karte ho maine bta dia colg m padta hu bba kr rha hu kehti acha unhone pink clr ki bra dali hui thi or pink suit bomb lg rhi thi to mai...e kha chlo jata hu to m uth k chlnelga to kehti maine na tujhe uss din ladki k sth dekha tha to meri phat ki maine kaha kb kaha kehti markt k pche or thode din phle m girlfrnd k sth wahi khada tha to main anjaan sa bna kehti tension na le m nahi btati kissi ko ab tu clg m h or ye to umar h or zamana b aisa h ladki b bina ladke k nai reh skti to. My body opened to his fingers which were taking me to the edge. But just then…a surprise…a huge surprise as a voice called out: “Do we have a volunteer from the audience?” The host of the show was back on stage…the donkey still at work on mating, the woman now making sex and coming noises…then the donkey withdrew, sperm dripping down on the stage from his pulsing cock and out of the woman’s cunt.“Come on now, ladies, do we have a volunteer?” Hubby hugged me: “Phyllis,” he said, “what do. He smiled when he thought of his popularity and prominence on the web site, which was ostensibly for women. Most of them visited the site under the guise of talking to other women when what they really wanted and needed was a man’s insight. His insight. They had come to depend on him, in particular, to tell them about his bedroom adventures with his wife. His tales were fantasy fodder for some, he knew, which secretly pleased him. If all went according to plan — and why shouldn’t it? —. Slowly, he runs his hand down my waist to my thighs, and gently he prods them open. With a quick pull, my panties fly from my body and his hand buries itself between my legs. I cry out as he slides one finger deep into me. In and out and in and out, he pushes while his tongue repeats the motion in my mouth, surpressing my cries as I feel myself reach closer to orgasms. Suddenly, he removes his finger and kisses his way down my body, until he reaches there. I cry out as his tongue flicks between.