Me tumhe pehle din se hi like karta tha. To usne mujhe kaha ki me tumhare bache ki maa ban na chahti hun tum help karoge? To me kaha kyun nahi I am al... yours.To wo khusi ke mare meri hoth chumne lag gayi. Mano wo pagali ho gayi ho. Maine use apne baho me utha ke mere bed room le gaya aur uske upar let gaya. Aur kaha kya hum apne asli mohabbat shuru kare kya? To usne kaha han kyun nahi. Tab maine pucha ki agar ye baat prakash bhai ko pata chala to usne kaha us haramzade ko tum bhai mat bolo wo. Renette gave a disappointed groan. I shoved my tongue into her pussy as I turned the double-ended dildo around.I then pushed the sperm-covered end that had just been inside me into Renette's hot, fertile insides and the other end back into my own pussy.I swapped ends one more time before we started to really push back at each other, furious to reach orgasm. We came together, my orgasm heightened by the thought that hers was increasing the chance of her getting pregnant while I conveniently. She'd signed out.Now what? Well, she had sent him the address. Either this was one hell of a practical joke, or he had hit the jackpot. He sent a few more photos.***1997 it was. Fall.Until his graduation from university, Phil had avoided dance clubs. He loved classical music and easy listening, not the loud throbbing music of a dance club. But you have to get out there, people told him. That's where you go to meet girls.It was a long wait in line. There were plenty of beautiful girls, but most. She stood in front of the boy, showing the objects to him.They were nipple clamps, with nasty little teeth on them. Judging by the boy's expression, they were not unfamiliar to him.With a laugh, the woman then put the clamps on his nipples, one by one. He did not seem to much care for the feeling of them, but then boys never did. Laughing, Galiffssae started to flick the attached clamps, as the boy whimpered louder with increased writhing.With such lovely reactions, the ladies continued this.