Good girl. We each, kind of simultaneously, grabbed each lady’s breast, bringing each nipple to our mouths to suck and nuzzle. Sharon’s nipple wer... indeed huge, filling my mouth more than Jess’. To my delight, Sharon’s nipples were also pierced, with a bar through them, and a ‘D’ shaped ring outlining each nipple. As I finally removed her tunic, dropping it to the floor, there, just above her slit, was a tattoo - “SLUT”. Oh Fuck! That was so hot! I knelt, blew my hot breath along her slit, and. It took everything I had to finally walk to the back door (the servantsdoor as my wife likes to call it), my rubbery legs barely able to carrymy weight. I walk to the kitchen door....it seemed like an eternitybefore I finally made it to the door. Time seems to stand still. Thepanic was overwhelming as I walked slowly through the door."Get in here boy!" my wife yells.I freeze, paralyzed. My mouth goes dry as my emotions overtake me. Ican't even close the door, my body begins to shake. My pain had been gone; we were in the tent instead of a hotel room. This time, Bob had stopped his stroking short of my climax. Then he had entered me slowly. Absent the pain of the first night, this had been an indescribably voluptuous sensation. While he had paused at full penetration, I had luxuriated in holding him in a way that I never had before. I had just enough time to decide that I had reached the sensuous limit that explained everyone's fascination with sex before he had begun moving. Isi bich mere bahut sare dost banne lage kuch college mein to kuch mere ghar ke pass. Mere dosto mein apni didi ke chalte jyada famous tha.Sabhi dost bolte the ki meri di bahut hot hai. Kitni bar to maine apne dosto ko didi ke badan ko tarte hue dekha tha. Maine dekha tha woh sab meri di ki boobs aur gand dekhate the. Kitni bar to maine suna hai apne dosto ko bolte hue didi ke bare mein.Kya maal hai, kya sahi figure hai, gand kitni mast jis kisi ko yeh milegi mast maza de gi. Sala lucky hai.