Kabhi chudwakar to kabhi chooskar to kabhi haath se muth marwakar. Khair ab main apni asli kahani par aati hoon. Mere ghar mein 4 log the. Mere mummy,...papa, main aur mere dadaji. Unn dino mere college ki chuttiyan chal rahi thi aur main lund ke liye taras rahi thi kyunki mera chutiya boyfren apne gharwalo k saath nainital mein apni gaand marwa raha tha. Unn dino mujhe apne dadaji ki nazrein thik nahi lag rahi thi. Kaafi baar main unhe apne boobey aur gaand ko ghurte huye dekha. Mujhe laga ki. The thrill of feeling that hard shaft covered in that velvety skin surrounding what feels like a hard muscle core. The way my lips eagerly attach to it and my tongue wanting to tease it. The feel of it as the man grabs my head around the ears and begins to make those pumping motions, wanting every inch of his cock in my mouth. The power he exudes as he knows he can use my mouth for his pleasure, not mine but his even though deep down the pleasure is mine also. And then the wonderful feeling of. Millicent knew she didn’t have that sort of skill because she had limited experience in offering her posterior for male entertainment.When Dan started to bounce his rock-hard cock on his ex-wife’s pretty bottom, Millicent got into the spirit of the moment and took matters in hand and rubbed his bullet head up and down her hairless crack with scheming enthusiasm. Soon, she had introduced Dan to the perfect angle for entering Trixie’s hot little pucker and she watched them hook up with familiar. "We'll see about that," I finally said softly as I sat looking at her keys lying in front of me.Then the enormity of what had just happened hit me, and I felt crushing depression starting to set in. The strangest thing was I had the thought that I needed to make sure there were no extra keys. So also I decided to have a locksmith out in the morning to rekey all the locks.I wanted to stay in bed and curl up and pretend that this all had never happened the next morning, but I couldn't. I had two.