Jiju bole thodi der baad aakar mera pair aakar daba dena mujhe raat me pair daba ke sone ki aadat hai. Agar tumhe koi problem na ho to. Maine kaha koi...baat nahi mai aake aapka pair daba dungi jiju isme koi problem nahi.Mai bartan dhokar aur bacho ko achhi tarah se sulakal lagbhag 10.30 baje jiju ke room me gayi. Jiju so gaye the. Wo lungi pahne huye the. Mai unka pair dabane lagi. Niche se dabate dabate mai jangho tak gayi. Aur maine mahsoos kiya ki jiju ne underwear nahi pahna hai. Maine. "It's so hot!" she added. "Sure," I muttered as a frog in my throat began to fester. Her back was facing me as she filled our cups. The light shining from the fridge's open door contrasted her ass with the darkness surrounding her in the kitchen. She was wearing the same spandex shorts as early this morning, only these once matched her bra. She return to the couch handing me my drink. I brought the glass to my mouth, detecting a faint scent of alcohol before I took a swig."Trying to get me. .. suddenly his lips were pressed hard against mine and I could do nothing but kiss him back.He removed his shirt as we kissed and he pressed his bare chest against mine, it felt amazing and the smell of man sweat came from his body and I could not beleave that my cock was getting hard.He sat me on a bench an he stood to full hight and he ordered me to remove his trouser so my shaking hands pulled down his trousers, his bulge was bigger than normal, much bigger. I removed the trouser and found. I wish I could have recorded them to send to you with this letter.My subject was called Mary X and she only recently was put out from the Sisters of Mercy because she was far too friendly with the new novitiates. I managed to console her with many sessions of both oral and anal love-making that put her right back in the swing of things on the outside. The poor woman confided in me that the thing she missed the most was "taking it up the ass" as she so amusingly described it. I have to confess.