”Yeh sunte hi main apna lund bahar nikala aur uski chut chatne laga. Didi lund daalne bol rahi thi lekin main chut chaat ta reh gaya. Toh who boli �...�Theek hai help kardungi G-spot doondne mein. Pehele chod mujhe”Theek hai kehte hue lund ek second mein aandar daldiya aur ghapa ghap chodna start kar diya. Chodna sach mein exhausting hai. Main chod raha tha didi ko missionary mein toh didi boli ab mujhe chodne de. Main let gaya aur didi mere upar aagayi aur woh mujhe chod rahi thi.Didi sirf apni. My wife was out of town, so it was nice to have some company.He says lets call those 2 chicks we met the other night, (other friends of mine)They came over and drank for few hours, at one point they even pretended to get it on together. This only help make us 2 drunk guys even more turned on. I looked over at him and he just said be right back, gave me a wink. He came back with a dildo from my wife's stash. The girls just giggled and started to blow the toy together.Things were starting to. I couldn't wait so I tied her face down on the bed after allowing her to go to the bathroom and eat a light breakfast. Her gently curving back ending at her round buttocks was such a pretty picture I had to tear myself away and on to my task.I drove my buggy to the best carpenter I knew and asked if he could produce the device on my drawing. He said it would be ready in a few days. I instructed him to round all the edges and make it from oak. I then rode to the hardware store and bought. Across the access driveway were the small back yards of the building directly behind ours. I never knew our backdoor neighbors closely. Occasionally I'd look out our kitchen door and see one of the neighbor ladies standing in her kitchen and talking with Martha Jane across the driveway.One of those neighbors, a Mrs. Johnson, would open her back door each evening just before dark and carefully slip her bathrobed, paraplegic husband in his wheelchair down the three or four concrete steps into.