He's your best friend and if you both enjoy it, what's theproblem?' Can you believe that shit?" I asked in amazement.Bob chuckled loudly "COOL! Let's ...o to your house and fuck!"I squeezed his cock and laughed "That's what I was saying!"When we got to my house, I grabbed my purse off the dash and the pantiesoff the mirror. It was midnight, so when we went inside it was fairlydark. Bob reached up my skirt, stuffed his thumb up my ass and his middlefinger into my pussy. He was fingering my ass and. I could --Her fingernails were digging painfully into his arm as she snarled at him, "Get me away from this friggin' place. Now. Take me home, damn you!"She was a natural blonde. Unless had she dyed her pubic hair too. But he had no attention to spare for inane speculation because he had to maintain discipline. To keep chanting the poetry. Every time he stopped, she seemed to get distracted, to lose interest. Right now she was kneeling astride him, and the sight of his organ disappearing into. Someone grabs the back of it and pulls hard. My shirt is now hanging down around my bound hands and I'm standing there naked from the waist up. I look down, seeing my nipples pebble from the cold night air. Again I look up into his eyes. He's looking at my naked breasts, his mouth open, his tongue slipping out to lick his lips. Glancing from one hard, tight nipple to the other, he has a look in his eyes like a starved wolf.I turn to run but he grabs the back of my hair and yanks me up against. Maine use shant kiya or firse apne lund pe oil laga kar uski gaand me dalne laga per mera lund 9 inch lamba or 3 inch mota hone ke karan ghus nahi pa rha tha fir maine jorse dhakka mara to mera lund uski gaand fadte hua andr chala gaya wo bohot chilla rhi thi, maine use shant kiya or dhire dhire dhakke dena shuru kiya thodi der baad usko bhi mja ane laga wo bhi muze bohot sath de rhi thi uske adhe ghante baad mai zad gaya. Us din ke baad se mai uski roj gaand marne laga or vo bhi khushi khushi.