Phir mera pura lund uske andar gayaa mai dhire se up and down karta rahaa unke boobs press karta rahaa or kissing bhi continuee rakhi. Ab priya ko maa...aa aa rahaa thaa main ne thodi speed badhayi or dabake chudne lagaaa wo aur jorrr se karhaane lagi rajj aurrr jorrrr se hilaawooo faad dooo meri iss natkhat chhhuutt koo aurrr jorrr lagaaawooo faadd dd deee kuuutttee ki tarrahh 10 minute tak aise hi chudte rahaa.Main jhadne walaa thaa wo boli uske face jahdne k liyee. Mai jaldi se mera lund uske. “They are a right pair of rascals, those two. Did they get you horny?” Maria asks Tom.“They certainly did.” “I’m not surprised. They are both very cute!” Observes Maria.“You can say that again.” Adds tom.*********It is about an hour later and Tom is in the big main room. Subdued lighting creates a warm glow all around. A three-foot high stage has been erected at one end of the room and sofas of various sizes are spread around the area in front of the stage. There are around 40 couples now in. ..at least a woman that wasn’t in a porno. As Miss Peterson turned around to walk back, she caught John staring right at her crotch. She noticed his manhood in a raging hard-on.“What is this...” asked Miss Peterson, “when i saw this last time it wasn’t nearly as big. Maybe 8 inches, this looks like a full 9. I should count that as a compliment...I should also count that as staring at me. This means worse torture.John hadn’t even noticed what she brought back from the table. She was holding two. She felt a sense of panic returning.How could she work? Who would ever take a teenaged female lawyerseriously? How would her qualifications be recognised? How was she goingto prove her identity? She looked at her hands. There was nothing of herold male hands about them. Would she have different fingerprints? Shethought it quite probable, as it simply wasn't her body.Who was she? She didn't have a birth certificate, or a passport (not forthis body anyway), or school qualifications, or mother or.