MeneFir usse poocha apne apna naam nahi bataya to usne dabi hui sharmati hui awaz main kahaa sanjana, maine usse poocha ki aapne mere sawaal ka jawaab...nahi diya? wo kehne lagi konsa sawal, mene poocha ki aapko sirf mera dance hi acha laga to wo sharmane lagi mene fir poocha batayie na please, to kehne lagi ki nahi or bhi bahot kuch acha lagta hai mene poocha or kya accha lagta hai ?Wo boli: apka style, apki baatain, apki smile or ap… itna keh k wo wahaan se jane lagi mene uska haath pakad k. They were in identical, except for color, spaghetti strap dresses that came down to about mid-thigh. Vikki’s dress was a bright, canary yellow. Nikki’s dress was a bright, hot pink. My cock became hard. They looked so gorgeous and sexy.“You look beautiful,” I said.“Thanks!” they said together.“You look so cuuuuuuute!” said Vikki.“Oh, yeah!” agreed Nikki.“I don’t think there is a cuter boy,” said Becky.“Yeah,” the twins sighed together.“We should go,” I reminded.The twins got in the backseat and. I hadn’t touched another woman in years, nearly twenty years.She then walked to the kitchen counter, set her purse on the counter, turned to me and quite thoroughly kissed me. Her lips were soft, sweet and wonderful. I practically melted in her arms. Kelly’s passion was contagious. We barely made it to the bedroom with any clothes on. Our weeks-long conversation was over and the time for talk was over.Kelly started by untucking my shirt so he could run her hand up my chest. She ran her fingers. He was moving it in and out and it felt good. I relaxed and returned my attention to John’s cock.But Bill wasn’t done. He pulled his finger out, making sure my asshole was well lubed and started pushing against my asshole again. I tried relaxing thinking it was another finger or thumb when something bigger entered my ass. “What’s that?” “Just a vibrator” Bill answered, sliding it into my ass. “Loosen up, it might hurt a little for a couple of minutes” he commanded and I did, not knowing.