Raju – aunty mujhe bhi mauka dijiye na.Me bhi aapko chodna chahta hu.Ek baar mere lund se chudogi to phir kisi aur ka lund nahi mangogi.Hame bhi mau...a dijiye aapki chut ka ras peene ka.Please aunty.Ek baar chudwalo.Mummy – lekin.Raju – darne ki koi baat nahi hai auntyji.Me kisi ki bhi nahi bataunga aur agar bata bhi diya to hampe to waise bhi koi vishwaas nahi karegaa.Mummy thodi der sochti hai , phir.Mummy – me baad me bata dungi suresh ko.Aur phone rakh dete hai.Idhar suresh phir jor jor se. Other words in your past come to memory such as dine at the Y, muff diving, hair pie, and carpet muncher. What ever they call it still feels as good. She knows how to pull your pussy lips open gently and tickle your clit with the tip of her tongue, you bit your lower lip, and secrete some fresh vaginal fluids for her to lap up.She may poke a finger or two into your opening but not in a greedy way like boys do. She may even use a carrot, a wax candle, or a banana. With any luck she will share. I wear it now to keep some of the guys away at work. It’s more of a habit than anything else. I can’t wear it while riding, I am always afraid it will slip off.”“Oh thank goddess! I’ve tried relationships with married women before, in my younger days. But it never works well.”She grinned, “Good for me. Now, Brooke, I don’t know about you, but I am starving for some strange reason!”I grinned back. “Well, I know a place that can stand two bra-less women in shorts dining in without getting weirded. Right?"I shrugged. "Do you want to talk about this now?" What do you think?" I think if we decide, right now, or next week, or whenever, to stop, and we stick to it, we might just be able to look back on this as a weird, wild time, and move on with our lives."Monica tried really hard not to smile, but she did, and her fingers groped at my crotch. "You have a really nice cock, though..." I take it you're not ready to move on yet."She shook her head, her hair flouncing, her smile even bigger. "Do.