Jii bhar ke ganda sanda or sexy gandi baate bolo pati bole haa bilkul maza jabhi aayega asfak fir asfak bola mere pati ko oyeee gandu chal ab apni biw... ko mere samne nangi ker or mere pati ne mera gown uttar diya ab mai bilkul nangi thee asfak bola kya maal hai yaar teri biwi ishe to roz chod chod ke randi babadoFir woh bola chal chinaal ab lund muh mai le or coosh maine niche baith ker ushka lund muh mai le ker cooshne lagi yyum umm umhh or mere pati bole wah lund bahut accha cooshti haiYeh. Can you say syphilis? Where were we? Oh, yeah. We both knew the other existed, almost. There was no friendship or other acknowledgement of existence. The next year we met again this time we talked a few times and had a few mutual friends. I dropped off to visit one of those friends, they were going out and said I should drive around the corner to see Pat. Something was said between them about her liking me and that I was cute. Ok, I never thought about it. At the time I was 6 foot 2, 180. She began riding me and her breast was touching my chest. I increased my pace and this time, we both came together. I ejaculated my entire load into her pussy.We both were tired as fuck. She lay down beside me, panting heavily. I still wanted more and I still had an erection. So, I got on top of her now and inserted my dick in her pussy and pumped her hard for about 20 minutes. Then I fucked her ass again.We both then sat up and were fucking while sitting. I was about to come for the second. The first time it was also fairly full, but there was room for her and her clothes. The second time only two other people were there, a middle-aged black woman and a young man reading a magazine, whom she caught glancing at the back of her tight jeans as she bent over to take laundry from the washer. This made her a bit nervous — she was only nineteen and not that long away from home — but then she decided that the show was free and it was all right as long as he only looked. The second time.