He slides his throbbing cock from her drooling wet pussy and slides out from under her. He motions to the black friend to take his place.After laying ...own Gemma, again lowers her pussy to accept cock and feels the huge member stretching her opening to almost the point of tearing her tender pussy flesh. Gemma cries out, sinking lower determined to take all of the offered cock deep inside her willing pussy. Try as she might, she can only get about ¾ of it inside her. She feels the head pressed. This time it was louder, harder and had a rythem. Was there really someone knocking at his door? Michael went through the small kitchen and down the short hallway to the front door. He looked through the small peep hole, but the rain had arrived making it impossible for him to see anything through the blur. Slowly he opened the door and found himself looking at a drenched head full of dark brown hair. She was gorgeous, yellow bikini top, black gym shorts and looking like she had just stepped. She concluded: ‘They made me feel cheap.’ We kicked the ‘Who is she?’ question around until I had finished her back. When I started working on her behind I asked: ‘What about my second question?’ She said: ‘Which question?’ I asked: ‘What is the spiritual purpose of your extra large breasts?’ She asked: ‘What could it be?’ I replied: ‘It could be to setup a karmic or dharmic relationship but it probably is not going to be that simple.’ We talked about breasts as a symbol of nurturing. We talked. Laying close enouf to each other to whisper words to one anuther.they are ppl in the house in the whisper you tell me but things are so eletric in the air i see that look in your eye of please please me i kissyour neck slowley up to you ear and whisper can you not make a sound ?the longer we are quite the better it will be its the quite game just for us are you gamn ? with out a word you smile and nodd yes you understand the rules and your mind starts raceing . with out a word you look me.