" I understood what my son was saying. I raised my ass in the air as high as I could. I felt one of his hands come off of my hip. I knew what he was d...ing with it. Mike rubbed his hard cock at my entrance then stopped and held still. I started lowering myself back down on Mike. I felt the head of his dick at my entrance. I lowered myself more, His dick easily opened my massive fanny lips and slid inside my pussy. I looked at my husband in the mirror who smiled at me as I was lowering myself on. Itne m hi nisha aunty sirf towel m bahr aayi to unke boobs or legs dekh kar mera lund khada ho gya… Towel unhone ese band rkha tha ki un k niple k half circle dikh rhe the…Unhone boxer m tant bana hua dekh liya but kuch nhi boli….. Or boli ki mujhe kade do or apna muh diwar ki or kr k khade ho jao…Mujhe kapde pahne h…Fir m diwar ki or muh kia… Or unhone towel hta diya…M chupke se dekh rha tha… Un ki puri nude pith or gand mujhe dikh rhi thi.. Or tode un k boobs bhi…Unki sexy gand dekh mera lund. ” It is Tony.I am about to answer when Irene says, “Please do.” I am very surprised as this is untypical of her. She is usually shy and bashful in social situations. He pulls up a seat and sits so that Irene is sitting between us.He thanks her and introduces himself formally. We learn that he is Dr. Antonio Baldwin, professor of African Studies at the University of Barcelona. He repeats what he had told us earlier, to call him Tony. After the waiter takes his order, we sit and he asks us where. One that would use and abuse me until they got their nut. A few tepid responses came in and I was about to give up but then came one I really liked. He said all the right things; about how he didn't let anyone know he fucked men but liked topping them, how he was aggressive about it and wouldn't stop until he was done, and didn't give one shit if I came or not. He attached a picture of his cock; it looked to be about nine inches long, thicker than usual and incredibly beautiful.We exchanged.