"Since we have matching helmets now, does that mean we're engaged?"I smiled as I spoke but immediately regretted saying it. What is it about women tha... we always have to put labels on relationships? So, there I sat, naked, wearing only a motorcycle helmet, with my foot in my mouth.I needn't have worried, though, because John, aside from being obviously aroused, threw back his head and laughed uproariously, then pulled me close."Something like that, babe. Something like that."In July, we. Every time she pressed down on it, her weight pressed against my chin and my cock ached. She looked down at me, put her hands on her hips and an odd look came across her face as she fucked herself. She turned around to look at my fist, slowly but noisily stroking my wet shaft. “Good boy,” she whispered. “I’m gonna give you a special treat.” She lifted up off the dildo, rose to her knees and unfastened the straps. She pulled the strap on off me and tossed it aside. She turned around, facing my. I was mad in lust as she was and we both fucked each other hard. After some ten mins I knew I cud not hold any longer, I asked her if she wanted me to take it out before I came. She didn’t say anything, just kept fucking me, I too then didn’t bother and after few mins came inside her, then she held me tight in her arms. Then after some time asked her to stand up, I removed her sari, she was in her petticoat and blouse, her hair was tied in a bun. I pulled her bun loose and her long hair came. Joan finally was the one who didn’t stop soon enough and as her tongue penetrated Tina’s arse for the umpteenth time Tina let out a shriek like a banshee and came in buckets as the juices spurted out of her cunt and over the upturned faces of the waiting women who tried to get every drop that flowed. Tina went as limp as a dishcloth and we lowered her legs to the floor but she was unable to support her weight and sank to the floor as the women licked each others faces and necks for the nectar..