His story is pending real-life events, and it is involving my real-life sweetheart. She is my girl, my wild girl, my special girl, and I am her ‘lil...G” and she is a special lady to me. I have written a few stories starting her(my way of mentally fucking her). This one is multiple session types, falls into the “first-time” theme because well if we do this it would be our first time. In this story, I myself is having a first-time experience so it is a lot different than my other types of stories.. What for?" he asked. I told him he would not be disappointed ...and perhaps he could see what he been trying to peak at. "Two ladies....I don't know if I can handle that." James said. "Can I bring a friend?" he asked. Not something I had thought of at all...did I need to clear it with Stacy or should I just surprise her. "Is you friend good looking.....black....you know..." I asked. "Let me just say....you won't be disappointed." He replied laughing. "Ok" was my reply.We setup a date when Jim. "Wendy blinked at that. "Really?" Really," he confirmed. "Am I correct in thinking you would give more?"She blushed. "I would, if you asked it, for it is due you," said Wendy."It will suffice my needs, Wendy," said Neritos. "I would not foist my disfigured self upon you for more personal repayment. So a sitting is my request." Very well," she said. "I will pose for you to sculpt, though I do not know how."He laughed. "You don't know how to simply sit and be beautiful?" he asked. "I find that to. Yasmin’s head peeked over her shoulder. Her huge breasts panted and heaved uncontrollably as drops of sweat fell between her cleavage. Yasmin’s hand rested over her pussy as cum dripped out of her pussy and down her legs, causing a mess.Her breasts sported Yasmin’s handprints from the mauling they had received. Her mangalsutra rested on her moist skin. Yasmin smiled over her shoulder as both soul sisters looked into each other’s eyes through the mirror.Yasmin moved out of the washroom holding.