.. more men gathering close... they ran their hands over my body... sucked and caressed my breasts... dipped their fingers into my pussy... my wet dri...ping pussy…I felt cocks brushing against me... I reached out, feeling for them, grasping, taking hold, and stroking them, I felt like I was in heat with desire.They picked me up and took me to a couch - a sort of bench that was upholstered, with no arms or backrest. They laid me down... I just let them have me!The first guy climbed between my. Hum dono rasoi me aakar darwaja band karke Maa jamin par apne pair failate huwe let gayee. Phir mera lund haath me pakad kar apne chut par ragad ne lagi. Mere lund ke supade par jab unke chut ke dane ka gharshan hota tha tab muze ajib maja aur nasha aaraha tha. Thodi der bad unki chut ki chiknai mere lund par mahasoos huwa maine jab niche dekha to maa ki chut me mera supada ghusa huwa tha. Maine ek jor laga kar unki chut me pura lund jad tak ghusa diaya. Maa ke muh se Aaahhhh Oohhhh ufff. Or would be when they returned from their honeymoon.Yes, thought Martin, butting his smoke, things just had a way of always working out. Having money was sure nice, and knowing how to use it was even nicer. He'd been getting just a little tired of moving around so often, and he decided that he would stay in St. Paul... at least for a couple of months. It was time to start taking stock and make plans. Or at least rest some.And if there was anything that could keep him in St. Paul for a little. I had managed to get it made on a previous company trip to Milan, in thesoftest floral silk with layers of frills over the shoulders and yardsof material for the skirt and flow it did. Sitting now in front of themirror I fitted the wig before giving it a light spray to set it andthen slipped on the matching silver necklace, earrings and bangles.Finally I glued on a set of long brilliant red nail tips, always easierwhen everything else was done. I reached for my purse, stood up toadmire myself.