She met my plunge with a backward push, so that belly and buttocks met with a shock most exciting.'Ah! That is it, darling Deutz, you know my arsehole...is for you alone. His Royal Highness the Duke has never been allowed entrance that way-so it is all your own. But frig me, dear Deutz, and shove a finger or two up my cunt.'In this way, my darling Louisa doubly enjoyed our libidinous pastime. Again thrice did she yield the sweet nectar of her spunk before I was ready to meet her in the ecstatic. Your nose loves the musky sweaty smell of his crotch, urging you to surrender to his masculine cock. His wiry pubic hair scratches your face as you press in more deeply, as his rigid cock impales itself in your mouth over and over. He pulls his tee shirt over his head as you suck, revealing a muscular body, hair running in a dark treasure trail up from his crotch, across his abs then spreading out over his chest, small hairy tufts at his nipples. You glance up, lusting over his hairy chest, and. When she cam back after the event, I saw her and was mesmerized. I was staring at her boobs, though properly clad and hidden on the three layers her bra, blouse and sarees pallu, they did make a very good impression.I was staring at her boobs, the skin visible between her blouse and the saree, I was getting mad, she noticed me looking at that and then with eyes she asked me not to stare. I requested her to come to the room. She said you go ahead and I will join you. As soon as I was in the room. Mine too!”“What would?” The Therapist asked.“To um…………………well……………..Last week, as a new experience we went to a swingers bar. I was unaware Richie had something arranged. He said it was a classy place.”“What did you wear?” Said a female voice. “Well I wore a new purple dress that Richie and bought me.”“Describe the dress!” The Therapist interjected.“Well it’s…………….!” Amy suddenly thought she didn’t need to describe it. Instead she stood up from her chair and unbuttoned her coat allowing.