Even the harsh caning of my balls caused little pain. It was another story with my arse and especially those strokes that hit right across my gaping h...le. Tessa really hit very hard, right on the opening to my freshly fucked arsehole. I could feel liquid running out of my hole down my thigh onto the pillows, but did not known whether it was my lover’s spunk or blood from the beating I was getting. Eventually Tessa grew tired of hitting me and took an interest in my male lover.I could hear them. Aaj tere bacche ka baap banuga… Bolii haan Karan mujhe tere jaisa hi smart n sexy ladka chahiye… Bna de mujhe apne bacche ki maaa…. Maine lund jaise hi chut mein daala uski cheekhe nikal gyi… Boli kitna bada hai bhenchod teraaa…Faaaatttt jaaegi chuttt… Kuch mere pati ke liye bhi bachade… Aaahhhhhh maaar daalega kyaaaaa meriii jaaaannn….Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh aaaaaahhhhhhhuuuuhhhh uuuhhh Karan fuck me baby fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk meeeeeeeeeeeeeee…Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. He came in the house and his shirt was gone. I felt my face get really warm and my eyes glaze over as I stared at his toned lean arms, and toned stomach. His hair was in all the places it’s supposed to be. My favorite place on him was the happy trail that started around his sexy belly button and continued down to his gift in his snug jeans. They fit so well on him. They sat so low on his waist, right at the start of his hips. His underwear were slightly peeking up and I took a deep breath as. . I just ... I really appreciate all of you willing to spend time with a girl who’s so much younger than you. I really appreciate you five being my friends. Since the last time I was here, I’ve thought a bit about you girls showering together here. It’s ... it’s a ... something of a bonding thing, isn’t it?”“I hadn’t thought about it in just that way,” I said, “but it is one way, one of many ways, that we express our friendship with each other. You don’t need to shower with us. We can express.