The beauty of a bestie is they can share anything under the sky. It’s a beautiful friendship and a great feeling to be the bestie of someone whom yo... really adore.So, she used to invite me to the city where she was living and unluckily I could never go there. But God has different plans than us and one day it would come in front of us without our knowing. So it happened last week.One month ago, Swati called me up and said she has joined a new company and she would be visiting Chennai where I am. So terribly, terribly wrong. Then why did it feel so good? I struggled with what to do. On one hand bestiality was both wrong and illegal. On the other it brought me more arousal than ever before. What was more important? Giving in to my perverse feelings or doing what is right? I weighed the pros and the cons, but no matter how hard I tried, I remained unable to make up my mind. In time, the decision was made for me. Fluffy continued to lick my pussy. That small, spike-covered tongue of his. " I turn around, straddling his leg and jutting my breasts into his face. I see his hands go to grab me, but I dance out of his reach."Please. Take your clothes off," he begs.I laugh and keep dancing. He groans and speaks again, "Okay, okay. Do it in your bra and panties, and I'll never ask for you to dance for me again." Again, I laugh, shaking my ass in his face.Finally, I sit back in his lap, leaning back on his shoulder and grinding into him. I feel him get harder, and his hands begin to. I watched my naked black coworker pick up my tiny framed white mom and carry her to his bedroom. I waited a few minutes then snuck inside to drop off his keys and grab mine. I stopped when I heard my mom moaning and a mattress squeaking and knew she was getting fucked by BBC. I sat on the couch they were just on and pulled out my cock and was stroking. Listening to my mom moaning and John grunting as he pounded the pussy that gave birth to me. It got to be too much to take and I exploded.