Bhabhi naga me naga j kitchen ma gaya…Hu fresh thava gayo…Drashti dhime dhime chalva laagi aane fresh thaai gaai…Hu hall ma aai ne tv jova lagyo...��Drashti bhabhi ne help karava gaai…Drashti-laavo bhabhi help karavu..Bhabhi-na… Help karvai j hoi to niche besi ne bhos chat maari..Drashti ne jabardasti bhabhi a niche besadi aane bhabhi ubha ubha cooking krta ta…Aane niche drashti bhos chat va laagi..Maane hall ma avaaj aava laagi…Ubho thaai ne ander joyu to…Drashti bhabhi ni bhos chatti hti…Me-arey. She reaches forwards and is soon feasting on another cock which she takes deep down her throat. They finish but Sarah stays kneeling and slaps the cheeks of her ass. She hold the cheeks wide. “More, give me more” she cries. Several of them then make use of her ass and she soon has cum dripping from every hole.There is a low table in the room and she lies down on top of it. “Come and cum all over me” As she is laying there they all gather round her and wank, she grabs hold of cocks to help them. On one of my typical walks along the shore I lost track of time as I often do. I walked for hours enjoying the surf lapping at the sand and the sun warming my skin. I found myself walking in an area I didn’t recognize. I had realized it was getting dark. However, I noticed it really wasn’t that late. There were clouds rolling in. It looked like a doozy of a storm. I smiled to myself, I love thunderstorms, lighting and especially rain. I noticed I had quite a few messages on my phone. It. “Do what?” I replied. “Touch themselves?” she said. “Well…er I suppose they like it”, I blurted “Or don’t have anyone to do it for them” I carried on.Shayla looked deep in thought for a moment, “When I touch myself like that it just tickles” she told me. “Does it feel different if someone else does it for you?” she asked. I was getting into unknown territory here. “I don’t know” I replied, “I don’t have boobs or a cunny, so I couldn’t tell you”. “Yeah but you’ve touched your wife’s, haven’t.