'OK faggot, take it out.'I pull his shorts down and his cock flops out right in front of my face.'Kiss it, polish the head faggot.'I kiss the head and...lick around it and then try sucking it into my mouth. He grabs my head and pulls it back and slaps my face, not a punishing slap but one that stings, more like a bitch slap.'Did I tell you that you could suck my cock faggot?''No Sir, I just thought...''You don't fucking think faggot, you do as you are told,' he says slapping me again. 'You think. Wet slurps filled the living room as I slammed my wet pussy up and down his cock. My wetness filled the living room with slurps each time my pussy came down onto it. I stopped my motion as I saw Sherri walking to the backside of the sofa. She smiled at me so I readjusted myself slipping my legs to each side of his body. I stared down into John’s face. I lowered my lips to his.“Kiss me John,” I cooed sexily.John wrapped his arms around me as we kissed deeply and with passion. I moved up and down. I silently groaned, and turned away to finish the yard work with a vengence. What the hell was going on... why was everyone doing this to me today... I could not go all day with a raging hard-on! Had they put something in the water I didn't know about, or maybe it was the full moon! Whatever it was, I was really confused, and horney as hell!I went in to the house to get a cold beer, thinking that would cool me down some, and encountered my wife working in the kitchen. As I walked in she stole a. Pallavi is 25 years old, and my maternal cousin brother Aseem is 37. He has a liquor store and gas station that he owns and maintains. I help him out whenever I’m free from college work. Pallavi is a housewife, but she also helps out at the store when it’s busy. I was in love with Pallavi bhabi from the moment she came to pick me up from the airport. I’m 6ft, which is common these days, fair with a good physique and 21 years old at that time. As I was standing outside the airport, in passenger.