We saw his (her) engorged breasts with leaking nipples massaged without apparent limit. The screen showed the man who once proudly proclaimed that fou... wives might not be enough to give him the 58 little ones his father's wives had produced begin to understand why those wives should have been honored and not oppressed.Yes, now he would have a slightly better understanding of the female experience than before. He was destined to be pregnant enough times to personally bring new lives to some of. He looks perfect on the couch. Suddenly the living room looked much better with him in it. Jim catches me looking and ask, ‘What ya staring at? Do I look funny to you?’ I draw up half a smile that doesn’t reach my eyes as I walk towards the couch. I sit and Jim places his arm around me. I lean on his shoulders even though I’m taller than he is, and sighs. ‘Are you tired Natalie? If you are, I can just go home and let you sleep.’ I lift my head back up and ask, ‘I’m not tired yet. I don’t want. This is my third story and more to come. Thanks for your comments on my previous stories boys please don’t think they are sluts and asking contacts , girls if you interested lets chat ping me in hangouts kindly pardon my mistakes send your feedback Let’s come to the story I was doing my MBA in a reputed college located in outskirts of Chennai . during my college days I was good in academics also average personality and having 7 inches tool , I treat boys and gals equally so we study play eat. “Look around us, Kelly. That couple is dancing and she has her hand inside his pants feeling his cock. Over there at that table, a guy is feeling up a woman’s tit. Two other women are dancing together near us. At a table behind you, a girl is on her knees and I bet you she isn’t praying. Afraid people will watch or say something, who cares, they don’t. No one knows us except for our husbands,” Wendy replied.“People may think we’re lesbian or bisexual.”“Who cares what they think about us being.