.Maro…Aaaahhh yaaar….Hiii meri chut…Oooohhh….Aaaaauuuuucchhhh…. Meri to…Aaaauuuu…. Uuuiiiiii maaaa…Aaaahh aaaahhhh yaaaarrr….Uuuuiii...ii mmmaaann meri chut ko….Chodo mujhe….Fuck me yaaarrr….AaaahhhhMaine lund pr thuk lgaya aur uski dono taango ko pakad kr uper kr diya.Uski chut samne thi.Maine lund ko chut pr rakha aur us pr thoda sa jhuk kr shot mara.Lund chut ko cheerta hua thoda ander chala gya.Reena ki cheekh nikal gai.Reena meri taraf dekh kr muskura rahi thi.Maine fir se shot mara.Ab. " Stan said, but sounded a bit nervous."So why do you look worried?" Laura said."It's nothing just that I've never been to a private dinner at the big boss' house; I may have to dress for dinner." Don't worry about it," Laura said smiling, "I eat with the big boss every day, there's nothing to it."That evening, Stan and Laura drove nervously into the driveway of the Carson estate, they'd been here a few months earlier, but that had been for a public and very crowded fund-raiser, neither had had. We decided to drive down the evening before our flight and book a room close to the airport.Next day the weather had cleared considerably, and our flight was direct and uneventful. Although we furtively discussed the possibility of joining the Mile High Club, no realistic opportunity to do so presented itself. I think Emily might have been more timid about making an attempt than she would have been in the company of a man closer to her own age.During our cab ride to the passenger docks in Miami. She gave me a long lustful stare and then set about performing fallatio on me. She was just as good as Wendy and I was soon away in my own little world. I was conscious enough however to obey Wendy's command to get on all fours at which point Denise positioned herself beneath me her head directly under my manhood and the rest of her body behind me. She resumed her oral duties and as she did so, I noticed Wendy removing a large strap - on from her beside drawer along with a tube of lubrication..