(The little bitchdidn?t even have a high school diploma, and Lydia had a PhD in chemical engineering) Every timeBonnie had cum, Casey had jumped up an... thrashed Lydia?s ass with a thick wooden paddle?andBonnie had been multi-orgasmic. Up until then, Lydia hadn?t wanted to admit how much shewas in love with Casey?that she was jealous of that little slut. But it wastrue, she?d cried bitterly while Casey had fucked Bonnie, and Bonnie hadactually made fun of her! Anothersession had consisted of. . Tuuu tonaaa gaandooo cheee roshana.. Pagal thayjoo tuu kuch bhii kare cheeee… Tuzee sharam nai aa rahi hai aaisaa karne me… Aur yee q muj par kusaa hai bataa..Asa bolke mrs sodi roshan ke pan jati hai..Mr sodi: aree soniyooo kal raat ko tune ise pyar nahi kiyaa naa jaise rooj karti hai.. Waise.. Meraa matlab hai iski papiyaa nahi li isee apne in sundar otho ke bichme nahi ragdaa.. Aurr naa hi ise tum ne achee se chusaa.. To yee kal tumharee muh ke andar apnaa raas nahi chod payaaa… Naaa roj. That was not counting the ones I had received at Yorktown in the American Revolution or the one I had gotten just outside of Atlanta Georgia riding with General Sherman. That one was only a flesh wound and I had a good doctor that saw the value in washing and covering the wound with clean bandages.I was so involved with the Second World War on this last trip that I had not taken the time to make any investments that would benefit me back in reality once again. I had some of that on the two. I was literally fucking his throat. I could feel the back of his throat on the head of my own cock.It felt amazing.After a short time of squatting over Peter, I just had to kneel and give my legs a rest. At no time did his willing mouth become detached from my thrusting cock, his head just moved lower to accommodate the new angle of entry.Doing this did however allow me to lean forward and resume my own sucking, and I very happily slid Peters shaft back into my mouth. I do like a 69.This went.