In no time we got introduced. Let me tell you about them.One, I will name her Sweetie, an American, was THE definition of curves. Those who like curve... would adore her looks. She was DE-LI-CI-OUS! There was not a part of her I would not want to touch, kiss, lick, suck, fuck. I mean from her delicious toes to her dark hair. She also had an amazing wild bush that I could kill to feel tickling my mouth. That WOMAN seemed absolutely secure in her sexuality.The other one, oh the other one. She was a. () All the things will be caring in full secret and don’t hesitate to talk with me i am friendly person.So let’s start that was i golden days of mine 13th Feb. 2011. I saw Jiya while i was catching bus for my hostel. She was running to catch the bus because that was the last bus for that route. I was late that day bcuz of i am a chef also and by mistake i cut my hand so i went to doctor and going back to hostel. I saw her she was in salwar kameej violet colour and wearing specs. I gave my hand. Just as firm and pert as he had dreamed. His right hand doubled its speed on his cock. Beth gathered up her bikini top and tied the ends of the bottom string together. She spun the top around and tied the other strings at the nape of her neck. Then she reached into each cup and adjusted her boobs into a comfortable position. She gave her shoulders a little shake as if to settle everything into place, and then she lay back on the lounger.Handling her tits and shaking them around like that did it. I couldn't stop looking at her, I didn't make any noise: I was entirely at her disposal, I was hers. She started 'in and out' very slowly, using my own pussy wetness to lubricate the entire strapon from tip to root. Finally lubricated, she increased her speed, sometimes coming in with small and short backs and forths, sometimes big and strong end-to-end thrusts in a single entry. Oh God, it was not a question of being full, but of having been submitted to her will, to her strapon, to her eyes..