In many ways,this was everything he'd dreamed of, but then again - it wasn't.He headed back to his bed, but stopped at the mirror to look at hishair. ...ot horrible for having done it in front of a steamed-up mirror.He'd have to do more to it, though - curl it with the curling iron,then loosen the curls with a brush. Blaine liked it wavy. Not straight.Not curly. Wavy. If that's what Blaine liked, then why not give it tohim?As he looked at his hair, he noticed his face. It's features hadsoftened a. I paused just long enough to say, Im bad. Im a bad boy. You are? How bad are you? She said as I felt her hand pull my head back into her sopping slit. I like to spy on my wife. I like to watch her fuck herself, I want her to be cock-hungry fucking slut. With that I reached out and grabbed her ass and pulled her cunt into my face. I drove my tongue into her pussyprobing the oh-so-wet tunnel and tasting the sweet girl-cum that coated her entire mons. Oooooh, you are dirty boy! I bet you like my. She did not return his kiss, but she did not move her face away either. The old man kissed her on the lips about twenty times, all wet, noisy kisses. Raghu’s hand now moved on to the other tit, the one Vasu had been sucking at, as if to see if it was any different from the tit that at present belonged to him. Now he started kneading both tits, one after the other, his strong palms squeezing her rubbery flesh into all possible shapes. He was hurting her and she touched his hand to let him know. Do you know it?” Amy asked. “Yeah I know it, how many people will be there?” Kelly asked. “Four or five others, we’ll meet up at about 7pm, we could swing by and pick you up if you like?” She offered. “That would be great, thank you,” said Kelly. She told her the full address then, after chatting for a few minutes, she hung up and returned to Ariel and filled her in on the details of the conversation. They spent the evening talking and watched a couple of DVDs, for once Ariel enjoyed a nice.