“So you keep it to yourself, and you don’t allow for the possibility.” “But what if was possible? Not just an idea, but a possibility? Now tha... we all know that our partner has a similar fantasy, we can admit it; we can talk about it. Can we imagine it?” She held her glass, but she didn’t drink, just turned it in her hands. “We fantasize about a third person, about how it would be, how great, how hot. Exciting. Who is this person that fits into our fantasy so well?” Her eyebrows arched and her. That’s the closest I can get to you. I have not felt your touch in months, your kisses are faintly remembered, your touch is unfamiliar, and I long for you to come home and refresh my memory. I sit and stare between my television and computer screen, my mind keeps remembering the first moment together. We had lay in your bed, the lights were dim. I had just gotten out of the hospital for a serious sports injury and still a bit high from the drugs. We were talking about life and somewhere. I figured these little people would not be able to satisfy either pussy with their little dicks and I would have to jump in and finish the job. These guys gave it the ole college try. They were working it as best they could. Bill was hammering away on Sandy and soon filled her cunt with his sticky jizz. Cliff very soon afterwards drained his little balls into Lucy. We all talked for a few minutes and soon the little men had gained new hardons and wanted some more pussy time. This time they. Aaahhh …Hoooo … Or zor say jhatkay do …. Haan main maar raha hon bolo na ….. Such bol rahi hon …. Oski choot dahki hai tum nay ? Kitne lumbe hai …. Haan ya baat to hai didi gori chiti or lumbe lips wali phudi hai …. Oski phudi nahi bhusra hai .. Usay apna lund dahk lu agar passand aya to khud chudwa lay ge warna door rahna .. Magar aik tip hai meray pass magar sharet hai ? Kiya sharet ? Tum kabhi nahi mujhay roko gay chudwany say … Matlab ? Jes say main chudwati hon us say …Bolo …..? Haan theek.