Ankitha was fat and her panty was hidden behind her tummy. It was the best part of her body. I could live there all my life if asked! It was soft and ...old and I had always loved playing with her tummy and belly button.I ran up to her and hugged her, and kissed her. I slowly started removing her bra which was holding those beautiful milk tankers. My married office colleague had the perfect boobs – not too big, not too small. They were just bigger than my palm-hold.I started my colleague’s tits. Finally we finished as we sat there telling each other how full we were."Ready to go walk some of this food off?" I asked as I picked up the trash from both of us and threw it out."Lets go," Trista said as she jumped up.As we began to walk Trista slid her soft fingers in between mine. Together we squeezed each other's hand as we walked toward the main strip.Along the way we passed Hot Topic where I recently bought Mrs. Graph's collar and leash. Next we passed the jewelry store where I bought. He then went at her clit licking and sucking which only produced more cream, which he swallowed leaving some on his face. He was starting to get a little out of control almost climbing into her love canal. His nose went in then his tongue and fingers. Cindi was only hoping with all her body that he couldn’t stop and she could get off. She started pushing her cunt into his face trying for the big prize. It was not to be, as he seemed to catch himself and sat back in a little surprise, he had to. As she stroked his prick a bit more vigorously, she suddenly noticed a big, bubbling drop of cum fluid oozing out from the tip of his big cock. Kneeling below his belly, the reverend's depraved wife swiped her hot, wet tongue across the head of the horse's prick, making the magnificent steed whinny with excitement. Thrilled with the taste of his milky discharge, she clutched the thick, meaty base of his cockshaft in both hands and rubbed the head of his prick against her soft cheeks and neck..