Soon, she is burying the thick crimson mass completely inside her hot, tight sheath, the end brushing her cervix, trembling with the force and intensi...y of the feeling she creates. There is nothing gentle in her wildness; she is completely controlled by the passion stripping away her inhibitions. She angles the shaft more forcefully, guiding it to her g-spot, seeking release. She finds her sweet spot and echos her movements, feeling her climax build. Blindly, she combs the treasure chest with. Calling me, Mera Bachcha..Mera Babu..Mera Shonna. She even gave a special name to my dick calling it Punnu.Afterward, when my manhood regained its size because of her pampering and passion, she came top on me. She was all eeehhhh huuuu.Me barely out of my teens was having an experience of a lifetime. Her voice was so horny that it would make a boner out of a dead man. She was so passionate and wild at the same time that even after all these years and with so many girls, I couldn’t imagine. ’ ‘The Desert Rose Band?’ Jon wracked his brain. That name was so familiar. ‘You mean Chris Hillman’s band? Didn’t they spin off from The Flying Burrito Brothers?’ ‘I don’t know, maybe, they’re still setting up. This place is filling up fast, you better come down soon. You’ve been hiding in your workshop way too much, it’s time to get out. There’s tons of women here tonight.’ ‘Tons? That sounds kind of scary. OK, I’ll come down in a little while. I have to finish putting this amp back together. He continued to strokeit until he had covered her breasts with glistening, sticky juices.I began to remember the night before and eating the creampie he had leftinside my wife's pussy, how much I had loved both the taste and thesubmissive humiliation of it. I knew now just what I wanted. I leanedforward from my sitting place and began to kiss and lick my wife'sbreasts, licking up my son's cum even as he continued to shoot his load onthe great expanse of soft female flesh. My wife giggled to see.