I have the same thoughts you expressed.”He quickly replied, “It’s that old decision time, ‘Your place or mine?’”Nancy suggested, “Mine m...ght be cleaner. Come with me.” A nice double-entendre too.He stayed the night and offered breakfast out. Nancy quipped, “But then we’d have to get dressed. I was hoping for one more time without that extra effort.” She won and they ate it nude. He was reasonably fit and nicely hung.As they enjoyed the leisurely post-breakfast coupling in the morning light,. "He just looked at me for a moment, expressionless. "No, he din', did he?" he said quietly. "But I t'ink he learned from it pretty good now." Yes, he did," I reluctantly agreed.We left it at that.Everybody has their own pre-game preparations that they go through, personal time to get them into game mentality, and I stepped away from everybody and started on my routines. I liked to stand with my toes on the chalk of the sidelines and stare out onto the field, setting up my own imaginary borders.. Sure enough Sh’daq breaks through in one swift stroke, but I feel nothing but pleasure as I feel Himmoving deep within my body. The tentacle remains stationary for only a moment before it pulls out entirely. I am left mourning its absence for only an instant before it is thrust back inside of me with greater force, causing me to gasp and then moan loudly. He begins a steady rhythm of removing the tentacle and then thrusting it back within my body.My entire lower half is now on fire, the oily. She belonged to a conservative Bengali family, so she always wore sarees. But I insisted she wears sleeveless blouses to show off her hugely shaped arms. She had sharp features and long hair but was a bit fat. Supriti was from Kolkata but shifted with me to Mumbai after marriage. Within a couple of months, she started becoming more outspoken and open-minded. She started wearing Western dresses, shorts, and crop tops more and more.One day when I returned from work, I was shocked to see her. She.