Shweta- nik aaj Shweta tumhari hai. Mere har ang ko khush kar do.Fir maine bohot passionately unke pure shareer ko chuma, chata.Fir mai unki chut chat...e laga. Unka pani pura mere muh me le liya.Shweta se maine mera Lund muh me lene ko kaha. Unhone pehle na kaha fir thoda bolne par maan gayi.Shweta- oh nik. Maine pehli bar Lund chusa hai aur mujhe maza aya.Ab ye Lund meri chut mei dal do. Maine apna Lund unki chut par rakha aur dhire dhire karke pura andar daal dia.Shweta- Jis tarah tum sex kar. With consecutivelittle pulses each sack expelled it's load of eggs, sending newly formedovaries on a journey up through William's new womanly pelvis to come torest in their new positions by each hip.The remaining skin on either side of his slit now moulded and settledinto lips, both delicate and full at the same time. They wereunequivocally those of a fully developed woman, but they were neat, youngand unsullied nevertheless.All that remained of William's former equipment was now the shaft. Later I understood that it had introduced a topic that was probably on both our minds, a topic that needed some serious consideration.We took the bottle of Chardonnay and the coffee into the lounge, where the fire cradle was heaped with logs that crackled and spat as they burned. We settled in the huge settee and Marilyn leaned into me, taking my arm and looping around her shoulders. She guided my hand to her breast and looked up."That's better. I have missed your hand on my breast." It's. After a scan of the room she sprang from the bed and went on an exploration of her deluxe suite Hotel room. She slid a large sliding door sideways and a Jacuzzi room unfolded. ‘Oh my GOD, I have died and gone to heaven,’ she giggled. Reaching in, she fiddled with all the knobs and switches on the wall. Some turned on lights others turned on the Jacuzzi jets. Some operated heat lamps. She found herself making a musical symphony of the different lighting and various sounds of jetting water at.