I spread some warmed-up KY over my cock and probed a glop into her hole. Oooh, she liked that part. Then I cradled my dick at the entrance (exit?) and...told her to imagine she was taking a shit -- push out with her sphincter to relax the O-ring. And what do you know, it worked.I eased the knob past her tight spot while stroking her gently and fondling her pussy. She gasped, then purred, then pushed. I retreated a bit to add more lube, then forward again. Hey, this was going pretty well. If. Tu bahi wahi par so jana aur subah chale jaana aur usne apni behan se bhi yahi keh diya phir kya meri to samjho jaise lottery lag gai….padane ke baad main monu se idhar udhar ki baaten karne lag gaya .maine usse pucha ki tumhara koi bf nahi hai kya to usne kaha ki koi usse dosti hi nahi karta kyoki sab dost kehte hai ki tu kuchnahi jaanti to maine kaha to isme kya hai wo sab kuch tumhe main sikha doonga agar tumhe koi problem na ho to to wo turant maan gayi…..tab main usse kaha ki pehle to wo. " Sixty years. And not a grey hair on your head. I keep forgetting thatyou're actually older than me. Hard to believe that a gorgeous girllike you is the product of science gone wrong," smiled Venus. It wasthe same smile that graced the covers of magazines the world over, butit was all for me."I know. You'd think I'd be all deformed or something. I must be theluckiest woman alive."She cupped her hand over her mouth and droned flatly, as if her voicewas echoing from speakers all over a baseball. He was seated amongst his pile of pillows and he was reclining beside Asmara. The black slave-girl in contrast was decked out in robes and wraps that were as colourful as the feathers of a bird. She wore a long clinging tunic that was bright yellow. Against her ebony skin it made her look twice as lovely as she was. Over that she wore a wrap that was red as a freshly picked pepper. Together with clothes of red and yellow tied about her head her garments made her stunning. As the men about her.