Sure, we'd been friends, gymnastics partners even, but this was a different sort of feeling. Why was my heart racing?And my pussy -- uh -- drooling? F...ilure or not he sure looked good to me."Long story," he went on. "Donna said you might be here. Want to try one of our show stunts as an audition piece?"I started stretching. "Audition? I need to audition? They asked me to show up. They invited me -- Donna did. Nothing was said about an audition. You know Ashley Wilkes?" Not really," he admitted,. I want more….tear it now…I am yours…ahhh..ohhhh….Main lagataar uski gaand maarta raha ohhh ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh oh my yeah ahhh ahhh ahhh oh Ayush ahh ahhh ahhh make me your slut yes keep fucking my holes ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhhh Ayush ahh ahhh ajhhh ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh.I was excited and was forcing her boobs in my mouth. She was uncontrollable and was moaning continuously ummm mmm mmmm mmmm mmmm uuuuu uumm mmmm mmmm mmmm mmm mmmm. Her boobs turned dark red due to sucking.Ayush: Shweta –randi. She does not care, just wants more.Both of us completely drenched in sweat, she turns around, my hands now holding her sweaty, slippery ass, her legs crossed around me, her back leaning against the cross, her tits slidding along my slippery chest, exposed by my open shirt. Throwing her up and down on my dick, after a few minutes i feel her start to have another orgasm, I just go faster and faster. She lets out a pretty loud moan, luckily the band is playing so nobody hears, but her juices run. ” I presented her with the bouquet of flowers. She looked so happy and excited when I gave them to her. “You’re so sweet! Thank you so much for these lovely flowers. I love flowers so much. I haven’t gotten a bouquet in a while. My husband used to buy me flowers all the time, but he passed away about eleven years ago.” “You’re welcome. My mama always told me you should never go over to somebody’s house empty handed. I’m very sorry to hear about your husband.” “It’s been so many years now. I.