Thomas mount, as I want to go to Alandur. Its wintertime in Chennai so it’s very dark at this point of time. I approached a bus, which was fully pac...ed, and everybody was pushing to get inside. I managed to get into the middle of the bus and hold the seat rod for help. I suddenly noticed a lady of around 30 yrs standing next to me; she was married and was looking stunning in her tight sari. She was having a good figure with good breast line. I always have a fantasy of bringing women to pleasure. What exactly is it?" Poems about sex. The before. The after. The during. The wanting. The missing. The having. You know." What about love and affection? What about the virtues of chastity and fidelity? Do these have a part to play in 'sex poetry'?" Of course they do. You don't just write about fucking. Although, fucking's mostly what it's about. And BJs, DP, BDSM, homosexuality. Everything." Homosexuality?" wondered Albert, who reasoned that this was surely something the Good Lord would never. I could feel myself about to cum as Tami continued eating me. Carl jerked my head back and thrusted deep down my throat as his hot seed exploded down my throat. I arched my back and came hard on Tami's tongue. Carl and I feel into each others arms and he held me tightly. Tami quickly got up and began dressing. "Thank you " he said as he held me. Looking directly into my eyes she said "it was my pleasure." And she left as quickly as she had arrived. Carl spooned me and said " I was so proud of. "Good. Now tape it in place. Don't want it popping out."The feel of the strip of wide sticky tape across her thighs and crotch makes the girl cry. Not because she is being humiliated. Not because the pushing and shifting of the bottle hurts. No because she knows that tape will have to come off."Done. Damn that looks rude. Love it." Charlie says looking down.She feels his hand on her tortured ass. Going between her cheeks to press a thumb against the tight ring of her ass."Guess I know what I.