.. will make a truly great King of Libya, trust me on that!” Samira promised as I continued to kiss a long path down to her ankles.“Our son ... or...daughter,” I reminded her, which made her giggle.“Yes, that, too ... but just so you know, I’m already ... with child. Yours, of course. Not that I haven’t put out for others, but at a certain time, I briefly dropped them to ensure that you bred me. I resumed after my missed period made me suspicious that I was knocked up and my pregnancy test. At home Rob’s father as usual ignored his son’s whereabouts. His mother disappeared to her sister’s place as much as possible. This meant there were many hot, sweaty, and impassioned nights together. Rob and Ronnie had become one of those couples in the early flush of love that simply could not get enough of each other—sex and lovemaking had become their addiction. Curious hands, hungering lips, a desperately hard throbbing cock, a wet steaming pulsing pussy—every part of their body seemed to. I could smell her aroma, her muskiness, before I got there – she was aroused, I could tell. The skin on the inside of her thighs close to where they met was soft and my kisses elicited a long moan from Kate.‘Yes, that’s it – move higher, Judy. Kiss my panties – right on the crotch. Oh yes, right there! You’re nowhere near as straight-laced as you seem, are you, Judy. Oh God, yes – lick me!’I kissed the crotch of her panties. They were damp, and she was deliciously pungent. She had a small. . vo uske saath khelne lagi.. phir meine uski panty k ander haath dala aur masalne laga.. vo bahut garam ho gyi thi.. usko dekh k mera aur sex chadhne laga.. uski bra utaari aur uske gol-gol boobs ab mere saamne the.. mein unhe kass k daba daba k kiss karne laga.. kaatne laga.. vo aaaahhhh aaaaaaahhhhhh karne lagi.. use dard ho rha tha par maja bhi aa rha tha isliye rukne k liye nahi bola… phir meine uski panty utaari aur chut pe apni tounge rakh di.. aisa karte hi vo bilkul machal uthi.. usne.