Jaisay hi tv lounge say andar dakhil hoa mere sar par jasiay pahar toot para, aisay jaisay kisi nay 100 kg kaa hathora mere sar par maar dia hoo main ...hati phati ankhon say andar daikh raha samjh nahi aa rahi thi kia karon. Sofay tak pohnchtay pohnchtay mera aik aik kadam 100 man kaa hoo raha tha, tv lounge main mami papa kay sath nadia baithi hoi thi, oohh my god tu bath main kon tha. Main nay apni herani chupatay hoye nadia say pocha sara kahan hai, nadia boli who naha rahi hia keh rahi thi. Everybody else was dressed, but Gwen seemed quite unfazed by this and was clearly hugely enjoying the way the man expertly guided her around the floor. A few other men sat around watching. There seemd to be something of an imbalance of the sexes and the men rather outnumbered the women. It occurred to the watching pair that they could redress the balance somewhat!Somewhat uncertainly they made their way into the house through the unlocked front door. The music had stopped and Gwen smiled as she. I felt the firm presence of her pubic mound while discovering something new...that little patch also harbored several scents...her bath soap, the subtle fragrance of the sachet in her pantie drawer and of course a lingering muskiness of the treasure below. Now she had drawn her legs back some making it easy for me to explore her divine slit with my outstretched tongue. I entered a place so new to me from this position I didn't dare pinch myself for fear I would awaken from an erotic dream. My. The pain of his doubled cock was excruciating, and with the desperation of a tortured man he reached down with his left hand and fumbled for the fly of his suit trousers. The zipper protested, for the sitting position made for awkward maneuverability; but slowly he was able to lower it until his white underpants bulged through the narrow opening, and the heavy sack of cloth stretched his trousers to their limit.Roger looked down at the protuberance. The agony of what he was doing almost.