Aur fir unke par uchal uchal kar chudti thi.Aap mere dost meri baat par yakin nhi manegen, ki maine apni shadi ke tesare din hi apni gand marwa li thi... Kya karun mere andar sex hi itna tha, ki main chahti thi. Ki jism ke sare ched me ek baar lund dal kar whan ka sawad le loon.Main jese tese apne pati se apna kaam chala rhi thi. Par meri jawani abhi bhi khush nhi ho pa rhi thi. Main chahti thi, ki koi mere boobs ko aise pakade ki usko masal kar uska juice nikal de. Aur meri choot me aisa lund. It's just you and me. Old friends hanging out, looking for good times. Sharing each others dreams. Just like when we were young.” “I know, it feels that way now. But, where is this going? What are we doing? Really?”You reach into your pocket and pull out your cell phone. Pushing a button my voice comes out clearly, “I like being fucked in the ass by your dick.” My heart drops and my face goes pale. How did he record that? He must have had his phone recording our whole adventure. You look at me,. At last he stopped, although he left his hand in place as they both took a minute to collect themselves. Ryan started to reach for him, but he stepped back, pulling her away from the counter. "What?" She couldn't think straight. "Nothing." He kissed her as he slid her jeans down over her hips. "We just need to readjust." "What?" "Turn around." She did, smiling to herself as she realized what he meant. She kicked her jeans off and felt him behind her, warm and hard. His breathing was ragged as. Hanging from a cord tied to one of the rails of the four-poster bed was a bulging, red enema bag, its hose leading to her bottom. "Oh, God," I said. "I'm so sorry..." I backed out of the room, closed the door and sat on the sofa. It was too late -- I couldn't un-see what I had seen, and the image of Mae's full but shapely legs and her smooth, round ass with the enema hose plugged into her had been seared into my hypothalamus.I recalled an incident from years ago. It was the summer after I.