But Akram had a cunning smile on his face. He said, koi baat nahin. Abhi jitna hard rahenge yeh bhi utni hi masti se humse chudwayegi. He then with on... stroke, pushed the panty downward and I was totally naked. I was felt with ashamed. They all took me to the bathroom. They filled the bathtub and put me into the bathtub. They all were rubbing my body with their hands very hardly. Akram started rubbing my boobs and Salman was rubbing my legs. Sohail started licking my lips. He said. Wakayee. Women seem to appreciate men with a sense of humor.But every now and then, I find my sense of humor spins out of control. One of the more disastrous occasions, when my humor got the best of me, was when I had my back and chest waxed as a gift for my wife for Mother's Day.First a bit about me. I'm no spring chicken, I am a man in my early fifties and my abdominal six-pack became a keg a long time ago. My wife claims that she can't actually remember when I HAD a six-pack! My pec's have been. "Okay, call me when you're ready to go. Luvya! Bye!"She turned to me. "Vicki's on her way."I laughed as I headed for the door. "You know that your aunt is dying to jerk your chain about last night..." And this morning," Kim giggled. "But she can't because Vicki's there." You know it's killing her, though," I laughed. I saw Vicki bouncing up the sidewalk. When she got to me, I scooped her up for kisses. Yes, glad I just showered. We stepped inside the apartment and she motioned for Kim to join. “OOW,” she yelped, his fingers pinching her thigh.“Open your legs again, I want to feel those hot thighs,” his hands forcefully pushing between her legs until she relaxed them, letting them spread open.“Stroke my prick.”He looked down at her, slightly slumped in the couch next to him, her hands urgently stroking his cock, the other hand either playing with his balls or pinching the head of his prick.Her legs were spread in a wide V, the black panties outlined by her pale, white skin.His hand.