“Oh fuck, girl, will you fucking leave me alone?! I’m not in the mood, okay?”Riley looked disappointed, but did not give up. “But… Can ya gi...e me some advice? You’re at the RAF, aren’tcha? ‘Ow do I get in there? Can ya help me?”Alison’s temper cracked. “Riley, let me tell you: being a fucker is shit! Everyone at the RAF is full of shit! Being a fucker makes people vindictive and dishonest! I was attacked by a fucker! My friend’s dad was killed by a fucker! Fuckers are manipulative, murderous. Punjabi aunty ne dhire se meri gaand par chaate marne shuru kiye….bahut maza aa raha tha….woh bich bich main meri gaand ko chimta bhi kaat ti thi.thodi der baad unhone chaate marne band kar diye,or kuch lane k liyeBedroom main chali gayi….”mera lund buri tarah khada ho gaya tha”mujhe samaz main nahi aa raha tha k kya karu……tab maine decide kiya “aaj punjabi aunty ko chodna hain”maine thoda saa paani le kar apni pant par daal diya,or glass zor se niche gira diya.glass ki awaaz sun aunty bahar. Jennifer pulled her head back, coughing, trying to catch her breath. She was grinding herself against Tina, feeling the head of the dildo pushing against her cervix. She was taken by surprise when Tina grabbed her shoulders and pulled her down, their tits smashing against each other.Tina moved her hands back down to Jennifer's ass, lifting the girl up, and pushing her back down hard. She then pulled Jennifer's ass cheeks apart, looking at her husband with a devilish smile, "stick your dick up. Fill my pussy up. Damn, I feel your hot cum filling my pussy. I'm coming too" she cried. I felt several hot ropes of cum shoot deep into her pussy, coating the walls of her cunt with my seed. After we got our breath back, we cuddled up together under the sheet, and fell asleep for a couple of hours. When we awoke from our nap, it was almost lunch time. We got dressed, and I suggested going out to lunch, but Karen said she would fix us some sandwiches. As she fixed lunch, we talked about where.