“Shit,” Tom muttered, blinking in surprise. “You're Mark's fiancee, right?” Chris asked in surprise. “Hey, he can fuck any woman he wants, s... I can fuck any guy,” Mary retorted. “It's only fair. Right, hun.” She was right, it was only fair. “Yeah, Mare. Fair is fair.” Mary was free to fuck who she wanted, although I preferred if she would just fuck women. But there was something strangely thrilling about watching your women getting fucked by another guy. “Hey, I'm running the dragon,” Quatch. She was tingly as she kissed his body. She wanted to feel him, touch him, taste him and began kissing his stomach and undoing his belt and the buttons of his pants. She was surprised, but happy to find that he was not wearing any briefs, his cock immediately accessible, hard and thick and alive under her hands and already oozing in anticipation and inviting her to take a taste. She was drawn to it, her lips closing over the tip, sucking the head into her mouth, her hands pushing his pants down. Instead of parading the head of the vanquished chief, his death is barely acknowledged. Instead of gang raping young women, they are loved. They are welcomed with open arms. Even the chief, though vigilantly guarded, shares his time with the supposedly captured second and third wives of the dead chief, not in the least coercively. The wives can be seen wandering about, even staggering when they have a bit too much intoxicant. And in the end, all pretty drunk, they actually share his. Woh mom se chipak raha tha.Mom ayi aur change karne ayi.Mom ne waapis saree pehen li but is time blouse thoda chota tha aur tight tha ,itna tigh tha ki andar bra pura dikh raha tha.Woh kitchen main gaye main bhi chupke chupke udhar gaya.Mom chaay bana rahi thi ,usne apna pyjama main haath dala aur apni underwear neeche kar di aur apna lund mom ki gand pe chipka diya.Mom peeche mudi aur boli kya kar rahe ho to woh mom ke boobs ko stare karne laga.Mom ko sharam ayi toh unhone pallu se dhak.