"I glanced at Jennifer and saw her snickering happily. I introduced her to Melissa."You're beautiful, Jennifer. Oh, that necklace is dazzling!" Thank ...ou. You're gorgeous. James bought the necklace."I saw Roger giving me an endorsing wink.Melissa waved to a woman to come over. "Maggie, meet Jennifer and James. They're from Roger's advertising agency. James is also Roger's long time buddy."Melissa turned to us. "Meet my sister Maggie. She just moved to the Big Apple last year." Nice meeting you,. Tears started forming in her eyes. "But ... but that's not right. Menstrual blood is one thing. But I can't put poop on you." By this time she was on her knees, begging. "Don't make me do this. You can poop on your slave, if you want. But a slave should never poop on her master."I thought this through, for at least a minute, though I knew the solution, immediately. "There's one thing we can do. It'll make sure your poop won't get on my cock. It's call an enema." I'll do it. Whatever it is."I. He released her ponytail and put both hands on her hips. She dug her nails into his shoulders in anticipation as he began pulling her hips closer to his. They both groaned and shuddered as his girthy rod slid deeper and deeper, slowly and gently.Her petite pussy clenched tighter, desperately trying to resist entry to her heavenly hollow, but it was too late. She squealed and clenched, sliding her arms down his muscular back and grabbing his shoulder blades as he began invading her previously. Wo meri kahani ki heroine hain. Mai aapko unka figure btata hu. Wo nahi zyada patli hain aur na hi zyada moti. Par ek chiz unki zarur moti hai. UNKI GAAND. wo jab chalti hai to unki gaand aise matakti hai ki bass kha jao. Unka figure 34 26 26 hai.To readers ab aate hain kahani ki taraf. Meri bhabhi ki shaadi ko bass paanch saal hue hain. Jab wo hamare ghar aayi to mere mann mein unke liye koi feelings nahi thi. kuchn mahine tak unki moti gaand ko dekh ke maine soch liya ki isko to chod ke hi.