. mai sochane lagi itanaa motaa aur lambaa lund mere chut me kaise jaayegaa ? ? khair jo honaa thaa wo to honaa hi tha, meri chut paniyaa gayi thi aur...mujh se rahaa nahi jaa rahaa thaa aur ab mai apane chut me lund daalne ke liye bilkul taiyaar thi, mai aahe bharate hue jiju se boli – jiju plij apanaa lund mere chut me daalo.. ab sahaa nahi jaataa, phir jiju ne mujhe letaa diyaa aur mere dono jaangho ke bich baith gaye.. us ne apane lund kaa supaadaa meri chut se sataa diyaa, ab mujhe aisaa. All the while my cock was pulsing in my pants because I knew I had an ulterior motive for her. She greeted me with a warm hug and as she did I inhaled her scent, her hair brushing over my cheeks and the scent of her body from the side of her neck. I held her waist as she came in for the hug, allowing me to hold her for just a little more than was appropriate for a friendly embrace. I slid my hand around her waist and in to the small of her back as I fought the urge to drop it lower still to her. When I was about 21 and "between ships" I was seconded to HMCS Oriole (a small sail-training ship) to make a trip down to Oregon. We visited Astoria, Oregon over a long weekend during their Sea Festival. The Canadian navy in those days was big on booze. Lots of rum & beer. As one might expect, while alongside we were open to the public. I don't recall how it came to pass but I ended up down below in the crew's quarters with a "middle-aged" couple, entertaining (okay - I was plying them with. Her lick intensified as he worked furiously behind with his hand on her cunts moan firmly placed beneath her black lingerie. Later he commanded her to hold his meat around her lips and gobble slowly when she again hesitated and his fingers twirled on her mounds between her thighs and in reflexive act she sucked his hood and slowly it started disappearing into her mouth in a while his hood rim was kissing her rounded lips embedding it. He, groaned aaaahhhhh!He sighed again and again lick lick.