Jackmoved over in front of him, looked at me and said, "thisis my FAVORITE recovery drink, turned back to Bob and tookall of Bob's cock into his mouth...in one deep throatingaction.Bob looked at me, motioned me over with his hand. I stoodand walked over to him. As I got near him, he reached out andstarted stroking my inner thighs, working his hand slowlyup to my throbbing cock. Slowly he stroked up and down mycock speeding up as he stroked.I looked over at Jack, his ass in the air. Reaching over. ........................... ME ...............................NOWWWWWWWWWWW." Sheimpaled herself onto my thick ten inch pole and stopped as I exploded my wad intoher uterus and gave forth my own utterances of pleasure. Our combined juices wereof such volume that they squirted from her pussy lips like a broken pipe of hot steamycream and coated us with them before running onto the rock we were on. Shecollapsed onto me panting, we both lay there quivering from the excited orgasm wehad. Sach poocho to uske maa baap ne kya khilakar payda kiya hai use yaar.Main: Kyun?Shobha: Kal raat 3 baje tak, ok 3 samjhe 10 baje se 3 baje tak. Ab khud hi sochlo.Main: 10 se 3???? Matlab ki (apne ungliyo mein ginte hue bola) ek do teen char paanch? Panch ghante?Shobha: Haan 5 ghante.Main apne Shorts mein ubharte ubhaar ko halke se dabate hue bola: Ha ha ha! aap tab bhi theek thaak chal rahi ho?Shobha apne balo mein hath pherte hue boli: Are yaar hafte mein kuch bhi nahi to 5 din hota hi hai,. Claude imagined that if the evolution of the slam continued, which it did to a phenomenal degree, poetry would soon become blood-sport as opposed to the language of effeminate snobs. Sometimes he wrote poems about slamming, poems that he reserved for his private study of the slam dynamic, about the members of the audience who shook his hand afterwards and slapped him on the back as though he had just scored the winning three-point shot. He couldn’t stand the duality by which people responded to.