We used to sit nearby in the staff room, have lunch and share our feelings. Our friendship had grown from eating lunch to fucking each other – more ...r less like friends with benefits. I used to lie to Ashok that I needed to conduct special classes for my students on Sundays and went to my colleague George’s place to get fucked.Both my husband and George were similar in physique, but the only place where George outshined my husband was in the length of the tool. My husband’s was only 5 inches. Isiliye humne sheeshe chada ke snacks khaye au aise baat karne lage ,manjeet ne muge jyoti aur uski friend SHIKHA se introduce karwaya jo ki ek totta piece thi , jise dekte hi ladko ki rod garam ho jaye , meine unse kuch English main knowledge related baatein ki , jab humare snacks khatam ho gaye , to maine manjeet se kaha manjeet agar tuge Bhabi se kuch baat karni hain to mein aur shika last seat jo diki main hoti hian wahan chale jate haiin , to un dono ne kuch nahi kahan mein aur shikha itni. I’m now just in my underpants, never an attractive sight in men from my eyes, but Sarah has a burning look as she gently eases them over the top of my raging erection and sliding to her knees, she pulls them to the ground, taking my hard cock into her mouth and so, so gently moving her head up and down while caressing my balls and working my cock in time with her sucking using her other hand. No good. It will all end too soon if this goes on so I reach down and lift Sarah to her feet and stand. Dad drove his dick into my crazed pussy over and over. I was having one orgasm after another. Dad did lower his face and he found my hard nipples. He chewed on each one. I had to bring a hand to my mouth to stop screaming. I have no idea how long we did it there in the dark. I felt my Dad's body tense up. He pushed in hard one final time and he sprayed me with his cum.I nearly did cry out. My Dad wasn't wearing any protection and I wasn't on the pill. Daddy shot his hot cum into my belly. I.