.Thodi der aage se maaro…Fir ghodi bana lena.Maine lund ko chut mein nahi daal kr dono mote boobs k beech mein rakh diya.Aunty ne apne hatho se boob...ko pakad kr paas paas kr diya.Lund ko ab maza aane lga.Boob ki mulayam chamdi mein lund mast ho gya.10 minute tk aise hi chalta raha.Aunty-lund se boob chudane mein maza aata hai…Maine lund ko boob se hata kr uske munh mein daal diya.Wo lund ko pakad kr chusne lgi.Mujhe maza aane lga.Fir maine 2 minute baad lund chhuda liya.Aunty-aur chusa. We decided that we would reveal one at a time to give everyone a chance to get a good look. I was first, so I finally dropped my robe and the ladies oohed and awed over my alien look. Next was Babs and as she revealed herself, I heard several of them growl and purr at her. Next was Nick, Suzette’s husband who stood 6’4”. I was amazed at the job Babs did on him. His torso was a campfire with the sticks from the fire piled below. The flames went up his chest with sparks and embers sailing above. Not a word was spoken, except by her, asking me if she was good. Of course I said yes, you were great. She got dressed and said she had to go because her friend, the one I banged a couple years back while in HS, was her ride. Off she went. So I got dressed.As the buddies started to emerge from their own escapades, we all sat on the couch and the Q&A session started. So after a couple of stories the focus shifted to me. Of course I was proud and wanted to share my pounding of the 2 hole to. Leaving me alone. Leaving my question unanswered.“Why did I start writing erotic stories?” I wondered.“What made me write my first story?” I very seriously asked myself.It was always, always, connected to the extreme sensual desires I had. Thinking how it all began, I closed my eyes as I lit my second cigarette.I immediately felt my mind filled with images of the very person I spent years lusting for. The very person who was the biggest reason for all my venereal cravings. My Dream Girl – My.