Oooohhhhh!…..Nooo…. Please stop……someone will see us. Lets go inside your room. I would love…….to make love to you……..but I cant….... have never made love………to anyone but my husband. I can hardly talk, I am so excited. I cant breathe. He continues feeling my breast and rubbing my clit. I am loosing control. His finger slips under my panties and finds my hot wet hole. It gently slides inside and feels incredible. I think maybe I should take him into my room. At that moment a door opens. " I guess I would have deserved it, David. But I'm glad you didn't. It means a lot to me that you didn't make things worse."I poured everyone another glass of wine as quiet descended again. Was Michael going to talk about what he and Linda had been up to? He seemed to be avoiding any mention of having sex with her, and what I had agreed to. If anything, he seemed to withdraw before ever hinting at it. We were all a little drunk, and strangely, instead of lessening our inhibitions, it smothered. "Good girl, Sally, you're learning." He stepped between her slowly spreading legs, his hips pushing out on them. "Real wide, be a good girl," he encouraged her. He watched her pussy lips begin to part, her pink, virgin, inner pussy peaking out. "More, until your thighs ache, Sally. Your hands, put your hands back. Stroke me again." Again he felt her soft hands rubbing his hard cock, her other hand gently squeezing his balls.She looked down, seeing his hands moving to her legs, pushing outward. Fir unhone muhje blowjob diya aur mera lund pura ka pura gila kar diya… Fir woh boliMami:- aab yeh lo aab aapna lund meri gaand meh daldoMehne zor se dhaaka mara magar fir bhi lund andar nahi gaya….Mami:- aaaree sonu thoda zor se maaro na.Me:- haa mamiFir dusri try meh mera lund jese hi andar gussa woh chilayi…. Mehne fatafat unko smooch de diya ta ki koi jag na jaaye…. Fir mehne unki gaand marni suru ki woh awazz nikalti aahhhh ……. Chooddo …….. Maaro … Meri .. Gaand …. Aaaaah …… Aur zor se …...