Usne jab blouse khola to uske andar usne red net ki bra pehni thi jisme se uski brown chuchiyan saaf dikh rahi thi. Maine apne dono haatho se unhe dab...na shuru kiya wo itni soft thi ki mai unhe kaise bhi ghuma rha tha ya daba raha tha wo waise hi dab rahi thi. Maine usse ulta letne ko kaha ar wo let gai. Uski gori peeth kya lag rahi thi. maine uska hook khola ar uski kamar par dheere dheer hath firane lage to nisha boli- aaaaah uffffff mat karo neev badan me bijli si daudti hai. Uske sharir se. I think this is what hurts most people. They simply don’t understand that they’re responsible for their own happiness. It’s no one else’s job to make you happy. With that comes the responsibility part: you’re responsible for your actions.This was the biggest hurdle we had to get over. David blamed anyone and everyone for what happened to him. His girlfriend expected him to drink and smoke pot. His friends weren’t sympathetic when she dumped him. He had to find new friends that drank and smoked. He pulls his finger and lifts me up from the table and onto the floor. He grabs my hand with his right hand, which is still wet with the juices from my pussy.He leads me upstairs with an urgency I crave. He looks in the first room at the top of the hall, but it's occupied by a guy and girl making out. We proceed all the way to the back of the hall. He picks me up forcefully and carries me to the room. I can feel his heart beating against my breasts. He smells like sex and cologne. He’s. ”“He likes that I fuck other men. I like to watch him with other women. I guess we’re weird that way.”“We all have some cuckold tendencies, and you’re not weird. You just like all the people in this room and choose to express it sexually some of the time.”As they’d talked Dave had repositioned Marina so he could eat her pussy. After a few strokes with fingers and tongue, she groaned and devoted all her attention to him.Dave awoke in his bed surrounded by sleeping naked female flesh. He smiled..