Mana jasa hi jor dala to didi ko drd hona laga .mana apna dosto sa su n rakha tha ki kuwari ladki ko churu ma dard hota ha.es liya usa achi trah pakdn... chiya thabi mana pura jor lga diya mara lund mota mota hoto ko chirta hua.under ki traf jana laga udher didi ko dard ho rtaha tha us ka mu sa dard ki krah nikal rahi thi hii aaaahhhhhhh haaa hayyyy bhai bhai choodd da margiiBhai nahi please hayy maaaa margii thabi mana dusra jhatka marr diya jisa us ki jhli tut ga. Jis sa us na chikk mardiii. Then the record fades to gray, too blurry to read or recall. I wonder, did I have a good time?Hangovers are major impediments to thoughtful contemplation. A hangover is also a significant impediment to meditation. Instead of contemplating my navel, I stared at the ceramic tiles between my bare feet and tried not to throw up as I attempted to make sense out of the fast forty-eight hours. I held my head between my hands and stared at the bathroom tiles between my bare feet. I was startled to. It didn't prove anything, but — could it be? Were they playing hot wife games?But who cared? It was clear Jen was looking for some action tonight, and this was his big chance to finally get into her pants. "Listen Scott, you owe me big from school. Remember that time I bailed your ass out of trouble? Well, it's payback time!" Okay, okay," Scott said. "What do you want?"Keith grinned. "Here's what we're going to do."Scott had his tongue down Jen's throat. Even better, she was returning his. I pulled Sweetcakes down on top of me and a moment later, another cock slid up his ass beside mine."Oh My God!" Jhon gasped."I'm not gonna last, papa!" Bunny growled. "He's too tight!"Sweetcakes whispered something I didn't get. Then he moaned and arched like he wanted to nuzzle Bunny and I at the same time. "Fill me, papa! We all come together!" Oh yeah, papa!" Bunny groaned.I had no objections. At the moment, in fact, I was trying to pick up speed. "We're gonna both fill you, Sweetcakes, ok?".