That day Marcia’s front door had been locked but she knew that she was at home because her car was in the driveway. Melissa proceeded down the side ...ath to the back of the house. She could hear strange sounds as she rounded the corner by the back door. She could hear Marcia crying out and the sound of slapping. She could also hear a man’s voice shouting. She heard the words slut and whore. For a moment she thought that Marcia was being attacked but when she stepped inside the wide open back. Yes. A little tongue where it counts. God, why do I have to like thisso much? Why was the surgeon so skilled that such feeling remains?Even better than anything as a man, I think. Now that my G-spot is thatlittle nubbin, hooded by old scrotum tissue and snugly secured in mypanties most of the time, its sensitivity is preserved for moments likethis.His lips are on mine now. A trace of strawberry from the lubricant. Hesmells of aftershave. Something musky and masculine. It fills. Definitely something I would have liked to see swaying in front of me.A sudden panic brought me back to reality. Turning back around towardsthe full length mirror, I realized I had only glanced the situation at mygroin. And what a situation it was. I stared blankly for a while,looking at the smooth material of the Victoria's Secret booty shorts asit casually passed between my legs and up to the bubble butt I nowpossessed.An idle hand moved downwards and rubbed the soft, satiny spandex of. But the way she was eyeing my erected cock with fascination knew that she won’t go out of this room without getting fucked. Somewhat nervously Suma removed her saree. She raised her hands up and began to unhook her white blouse and removing it dropped it on the floor.I was watching her undress caressing my cock gently and was waiting for her to remove her petticoat. Sensing my mind, Suma untied the knot of her petticoat and it fell to her feet. OMG, Suma was in her bra and a tiny panty. She.