I tried to keep my legs together, trying to resist him. I moaned : " stop, stop...". I didn't mean it, not at all, it was more a call, a call to him t... make him feel the hunter, closing down on his prey. For the first time, I wanted to be dominated by my lover. I wanted to be his prey. He laid a finger on my chin and turned my face towards him. In his hand he was holding his amazingly hard cock, which he had pulled out without me noticing. With his other hand he grabbed my head. He pushed my. .. a member of good proportions, not fully erect but neither was it flaccid; whatever, I knew that I wanted it. To feel the firm flesh grow and harden in my hand or better still with my lips closed over it, encouraging it to excel in it's growth of length and girth. To experience its girth slowly easing open my tight tube, grating over and past labia made super sensitive by their engorgement of hot blood pumped to them by a heart beating strongly in my chest. Blood strong with oxygen fed by. And that won’t stop me from hunting game with a rifle, or riding on the railroad. Pretending there’s any sense to ignoring half the world and pretending the half you staked out is the best part is just blind foolishness, if you don’t mind me saying.”“Hear hear!” Virginia said, quite forcefully. She shot me a significant look.“I don’t ignore your magick talents, Virginia,” I said.“Oh, no. You just refuse to take advantage of them,” she said, a distinct grumble in her voice.“Believe you me,” I. I and Fathima were surprised to see her pussy dripping love juices down her ass and were wetting the sofa.Fathima slid her hand down her sister in law’s naked body, brought it down to her thighs junction and caressed her pussy lips. Shaheen spread her legs, even more, to accommodate her bhabhi’s hand and spread her mouth to take my cock again in her mouth.“You fucking whore, you can’t leave my boy’s cock even for a minute, and you called me a RANDI,” Fathima said as she slid a couple of her.