“Oh fuck yes! Fuck me you horse cocked little fucker!” She cried out, her pussy stretching to its limits, her stomach bulging from the massive int...uder as she wasted no time bouncing herself on his cock.Milo was a moaning mess, still trying to escape, but also attempting to clear his mind. He had learned to resist the urge to cum via meditation, it was the only way that ever worked, of course practicing it with masturbation was a lot easier than with actual sex, but he hoped if he could hold. I went into my own room and put on grey slacks and a plain grey shirt. I had a blazer to wear over it.I packed a bag to stay in the motel tonight as Roberta and Robin were staying in my room here at the house and Randy and Wendy were staying in Ginger's. Ada was staying at the same motel we were booked in.Ada drove us to the dinner in her vehicle. Ginger's and my bags were lined up next to me sitting on the back seat while Ginger sat next to her mother. They jabbered away about Ginger's plans. Maine us se sucking karwai or uske muh mai he maal chod deya or use pura penay ko keha wo peee gai, maine ab tek uski gand nahi mari thi to maine use keha ke aaj mai tare gand maruga… wo bure tarhe dar gai or dar k kaaren uske aansu aane lage wo boli bheya tumne aaj tek jo keha maine Keya par plz mare gand mat maro wo jor jor se rone lagi maine usko apni goud mai bethya or uska ser sehlan lega, wo chup ho gai maine use keha k mai ek shart par tumhari gand nahi maruga… wo thodi relax hui or. Tuesday Suz and Annie had a nice day, window shopping, an art gallery and a carriage ride through Central Park. Suz gave Annie the history of the park. It was designed along the lines of an English park up to and including the introduction of English birds, which is how we American’s got those miserable Starlings, the damned fool that designed the park introduced them.Dinner that night was at Babbo, one of Mario Batali’s restaurants, the food was fantastic, unfortunately Mario wasn’t on.