She was getting fucked just once in three months. My wife told her that we were doing it every day atleast once, And if we could manage it we got in a...other good fuck.Manju was like ‘Sangeetha yaar you are so lucky. Bhaiya looks after you so well. I wish my hubby was like that.’ Sangeetha told her that if you are really hot and need it so badly you can have my hubbies cock. Manju told her to behave herself and that she was making her feel hot just saying it. Sangeetha knew my desire for that. I keep deep throating his cock, taking it so far into my mouth that I have to swallow to get the whole thing in, and when it is at its deepest point in my throat I roll his balls around with my tongue. Just as I feel like I’m about to orgasm from the gently rocking of the beads in my asshole, Chase reaches around with his other hand and starts banging my wet pussy and when he pulls his dripping finger out of my cunt and uses it to rub and pull on my swollen clit the orgasm grips my body so. All of them marveled at it once we got it back together and several of my girlfriends have slept in it and one keeps trying to buy it from me.One day, during a rather energetic evening, we did the impossible, I heard a crack and didn't know where it came from. My girlfriend, Lindsey, was on her knees and she was holding onto the headboard for dear life. We weren't centered on the bed, but on one side when I heard the crack. I thought maybe the motion had caused the headboard to hit the wall.. . then, let's leave it right there! I'll wait for your call back... and here's the number... At three-thirty that afternoon, it was a weepy, lonesome Dianne who returned to their ground-floor apartment with a sensation of emptiness she could only compare to walking into her grandfather's home an hour after they had buried that loveable man. Never had she felt such an emotion of loss as she had on that day, for her Grandpa had been very dear to her. But she knew it again now, and there was no.