Fir Imran ne mujhe baitha diya. Dono ne pana lund nikal ke mere saamne hilane lage aur bole, “Le saaali choos.” Main bhi dono ke lund ko chussne l...gi. Main lund choos rahi thi to dono nanga ho gaye. Fir mujhe uthaya aur mujhe nanga kiya.Main nangi hoke khadi thi aur dono ek saath meri choochi pi rahe the. 2 minutes hi piya hoga ki Imran ne mujhe apne haath mein utha ke ghaas pe fek diya. Fir dono mere upar aake meri choochi pine lage.Rafiq to choochi muh mein leke choos raha tha. Par Imran meri. ”Fred is one of the guys we play golf with at the club. He got divorced last year and we invited him to join us for the New Year’s Eve celebrations. I was in Fred’s arms at New Year’s in New Orleans time. , and he kissed me. Or maybe, to be honest, I should say we kissed. It was the wine, the mood, the chemistry -- it all led to a kiss pretty much well over any limit I’d have imagined, and his arms around me were doing more than just holding me, they were caressing my back, my hip. At the end. Whenever you need it... I’m all yours!” Janet went for the finish. She sucked fast and hard while grabbing hard on his ass cheeks. He would just enter her throat with each thrust. His balls began to ache, and he could feel the heat of his sperm, as it flowed down his cock, into her mouth, and down her throat. Spurt after spurt, he shot ropes of cum into her mouth, and down her throat. Janet just continued to bob back and forth on his cock as he shot. “That was great.” Janet said, as she stood. He has a kind heart so he would often get cheated by most of his rogue friends so financially we had to depend on grandpa most often than not. Grandma was a typical indian woman, watching tv soaps, having neighbours over for cooking and chatting on worldly issues and so on. Mom was a bombshell, she had sallu(melons) that could barely be fitted in her 38DD bra, had a fleshy gudda(butt) which never stopped shaking in her gait and her hour glass figure only accentuated the utter rawness of her.