Woh mujhe dekh muskurayi aur peeche gand hilati hui boli: Yaha ka?Main unke peeche jata hua bola: Haan… bohut gobar daal rahi thi aaj, hahaha!Aunty:...Hat badmash… kuch bhi… pagal ladka.Main hasta hua shower gel ki bottle li aur unki gand ki daraar mein mein bhari matra mein gel nikal dala. Gand par ek thappad mar bola: Waah, sach bataun to meri gaay ki gand sabse zyada khoobsurat hai.Aunty peeche dekh boli: Woh kyu?Main sabun ko unke gand par gol-gol malta hua bola: Itna badiya akaar hai iska. As the taxi took off, Lisa and I started making out right next to Polick (her son!!!). I could see Polick playing with Lisa’s hair with one hand while his other hand was rubbing her thighs. I remember thinking that was a bit odd but I really didn’t care at that point. By the time we got to the hotel Polick was openly grabbing his mom’s tits and was kissing her neck while she rubbed and squeezed my dick through my pants. The taxi driver broke our little three way action when he announced “here. But we were young and happy, and the rain dripping down off our heads and down our clothes was just part of the experience. When we found the safety of the cabin, we were soaked but laughing over our predicament.Melissa was dressed in a thin t-shirt and shorts. I hadn’t noticed as we scurried through the woods, but once in the cabin I realized how the rain had accentuated her figure. Think of a wet t-shirt contest, and that was how Melissa looked. Her shape of her breasts and her bra were. You handcuffed my hands behind my back, john put a blindfold on me, and mike put a leash on. i wasnt sure what's happening... i was pulled up, bend over, then im getting beat on my ass with a riding crop. it burns with every strike and i can already feel the welts forming. i let out a scream and you almost immediately told me to be quiet or youll beat me harder. i bit my lip to keep me from yelling in pain the same time i felt the same intense slaps on my huge tits. i couldnt take the intense.