Fucking assholes had refused to tie down her legs while they branded her. They were intending to brand their names, Bruce and Martin, up one side of h...r pussy and down the other. On the third letter, she had reconsidered and kicked Martin into the hot coals. Bruce, going over to help his lover, fucking stood on the hot coals and burned his feet through his fucking expensive boots. Alvin shook his head remembering the look of surprised indignity on the asshole's face when he felt the heat. Jab main aunty ki door bell bajai toh aunty ne gate khola aur muskuraya .. wow kya smile thi yaar ,, very cute smile yaar …Aur aunty ki boobs wow kitne juicy thi …..unki fig hain 32-24-32 toh aap khud imagine karlo k wo aunty kitne sexy lag rahe hogi….kuch 30min mein ghar ka kaam khatam ho gaya tha ,,jab hum ghar ka kaam kar rahe thi toh kabhe kabhe mera haat unke legs par ya haat par touch ho jata tha ,,, kitne smooth thi unke haat … fir thodi dher baad aunty thodi bahut thak gaye aur bholi. His heart was pounding, his thick shaft pulsing. He inhaled her scent, so close he could feel the heat of her flesh. She touched a swollen breast against his lips, the nipple teasing him – he lapped at it hungrily, and she leaned in closer, encouraging him to suck. She placed knees either side of his muscular thighs, and slowly began to lower herself until the head of his throbbing cock met the tight opening of her plush, wet pussy. ‘Trust me,’ she cooed, and pressed down – slowly, deliberately. I had visited these friends a couple of years ago and we had gone to a different hot spring that was part of a hotel in another part of the country. My friend informed me that this hot spring would be a traditional hot spring with separate bathing areas for the men and woman and no one wore suits and asked if I was ok with that. Two years ago the springs we went to were co-ed and you wore suits. I told her I was fine with that, without going into all the full naked details about the other.