Usne black colour ke inners pehne the…Vo bht sharma bhi rhi thi aur darr bhi rhi thi…Maine usse samjhaya koi ni aayega…Aur uske boobs dabane lag...…Uski bra ka hook khol ke uske nipple ka maza lene laga…Bht soft the uske boobs…Upar niche uchalta rha m udke boobs ko..Phr maine usse leta diya aur uski penti niche kardi…Uski choot pe kafi baal the…Aur puri choot gili ho chuki thi…Maine apni ungli aur jeeb uski chut m daalna shuru kiya aur vo aah aah aah karne lagi..Uski chut ek dum pink thi aur ek. When my knees hit the floor I was looking at a huge, angry, one eyed monster.He said, "Take your time. I'm in no hurry. Just kiss it for a while, you know, as a sign of respect." I was down there kissing forever-- the monster cock, his balls, his hole. Then he had me using my tongue. I lollipopped him for a long time. Allow me to say that this wasn't my first blow job. Back in high school I lusted after certain boys-- boys who, like Victor, had eye-popping shoulders and arms. . Rainbow High was fully public, but given ouradditional costs for transport and fees, we spent a fortune.So I often accompanied Phil to such gatherings. He would schmooz thestraights in the crowd, and I would address the ? alternativelifestylers. We made a pretty good team. We raised a lot of money, morethan projections for the year.And we got to know each other. Phil's limo would pick me up ? a neighborof mine later told me she thought I was hooker ? at my apartment. I had aclothing allowance. “You know Len will be looking at my boobs” my wife said.Len comes back. Len eyes lights up when he sees my wife cleavage. That did not take long.Gwen again grabs his hand and leads him to the dance floor. This time Gwen really starts shaking her boobs giving Len a good show. Len starts grinding Gwen from behind. Looks like he grinding against a doll considering the height difference.They danced about 4 more songs with Len grabbing my wife a little more with each song. My wife does the same to.