Phir maine aarzoo ke haath mein kakdi dekar khud se khelne kaha aur oosne kakdi se apni chut chodna chalu kiya aur siskiya lete chilane lagi pls fuck ...e guys plsssss meri chut ko tumhare lund ki tadap ho rahi hai meri khujli mitado pls apni randi ko aur mat tadpao.Toh maine bhi kakdi uske chut se nikal ke uske muh mein daal diya aur kaha ki apni chut ka swad le chinal aur mera lund ooske chut mein pel diya aur oose jor jor se thokne laga. Aarzoo ko mera jaada lund lene mein dikat ho rahi thi. .. it was as if years had somehow passed. Emotional years, if not quite physical ones. We had seen, done and ultimately become impossible things that just couldn’t quite be properly described. The mental pain and anguish of our ordeals and challenges was gone, mostly. Like a scar that had pretty much entirely healed, externally ... but would still itch for time to time.There was no way I could ever put in words what we had experienced ... for good or for bad. Dottie felt much entirely the same. “Boyd, you and your boys broke Mach-10, back west of here. That’s not all either, I clocked you coming from Dallas and you were flying at six-nine-nine-zero knots. That’s Mach-10.5“Man – you guys were really smoking it.”“Thanks, Sergeant. I knew we were moving on. Now I know my sons are as fast as I am.”“Yeah, and there’s probably going to be some phone calls about all those sonic booms out here today. There for a while, it was like a war going on, back west of here.”That night at the dinner. The taller lady then started tying my shoe-laces in various ways around my cock and balls. Each time they would sit back and comment on the effect, laugh, and take a photo if they thought the image worthy of prosperity. The effect they seemed to enjoy most had my balls inflated, sitting on top of of my cock, squeezed down between them.By this stage, I was feeling much more like an observer than a participant. I was left out of the discussion, except to receive orders. Otherwise the talk was.