She could not stop thinking about the ganstas who had come in two nights ago. Baggy jeans hanging down low with their boxer shorts barely keeping them...up at all. Black Ice had a great little ass and she could not get it out of her head. He was wearing a lot of bling, a wife-beater shirt and a do-rag on his head. They commanded everyone attention when they came in. She enjoyed watching Derrick, her boyfriend, shrivle up in the shadows like a total wuss.She looked at the clock and realized she. But it also did something else. It smelled. The darn thing was made of real, honest to goodness rubber; a heady, pungent odor that took me back through the years. There I stood once again before my mother's middle dresser drawer, happily extracting one of her bras to take away for my own use while the family was away for the day. It was a heavy duty, industrial strength garment, providing the kind of the support needed by Carrie Nation as she wielded her massive ax against a solid mahogany bar. Ab woh kamar ke bal let gaya aur me uske lund ki swari karne lagi. Woh mere choocho ko jor se daba raha tha.beech beech me hum ek doosre ke hoton ko bhi choose rahe the. Jannat ka majja aa raha tha. Is style ke baad usne mujhe ghutne ke bal (like dog) ki tarah baithne ko kaha aur piche se apna lund meri choot me daal diya. Aur dono hatho se mere chooche dabane laga. Raju aur tej aur tej me aisa kehne lagi. Raju ne mujhe kaha i love u darling aur mere hoton ko choosne laga. Usne apne dhakho ki. I traced the outline of your nipple with the tip of a finger. You moaned softly and arched your back to try and make me touch you more firmly. You still slept though. Time for a move a little further into your waking process. Gently, so as not to disturb you too much at first, I eased your knees apart and moved to kneel between them. Then, oh so slowly I moved your legs so they were on my shoulders. You wriggled a little which opened your centre to my gaze. That wonderful centre I had fucked so.