At least they hoped I would, “use it in good health” and if I wore it out they'd buy me another. No condoms, but a large tube of lube to go along...with my consolation prize, my fake fuck fun.Yippee! - Not really . . .My pater's words broke into my dour sour thoughts, “Oh, and I got a call from Schenectady, they need me first thing Monday morning so I have to leave tomorrow morning to catch a flight out to NY. But we'll go out to dinner tonight at your favorite restaurant and I'll be back on. Meri choot ko bhar do apne pani se, sale chodo mujhe.” cried Mohini and I saw Vikas mount Nandini from behind. Nandini was on her fours and Vikas had entered her from rear. Nandini said apprehensively,” Vikas meri gaand mat marna, behnchod choot beshak mar lo. Haan ab theek hai meri choot mein pel do lauda jor se. Chod lo mujhe jaise Akash teri randi biwi ko chod raha hai. Burry your cock into me, fuck meeeee, ohhhh fuck meee”Mohini was uttering some meaningless words as I pounded into her time. Ohhh, how I wished my boyfriend's cock was plumbing me right now. But, alas, here I was in the bed I'd grown up in. At my parents home, my old room. I'd just witnessed my parents fucking like teenagers. Never before had I thought that older folks could rut like animals in heat. I mean, I was 19, a freshman in college, and it never occurred to me that older folks in their 40's fucked. To me, 40 was over the hill. As though once you turned that magic number, sex became a memory. But, what I'd. "I have a couple of lines on the pair but they're being cagey. I have all of the police departments in their path reporting any robberies, car thefts, and any other strange incidents. At this moment, they are around Mobile, in a cream colored Mercury four door, wearing some wash and wear business casual clothes. The bad news is that they have acquired a couple of handguns, an SKS, and a couple of shotguns with a bunch of ammo. We need to upgrade the pair to armed and extremely dangerous,.