And then closer again.Al shrugged and said, “Yeah, something like that. And...” With one forefinger and thumb, he indicated a girth about half of ...hat I was looking at. And he wasn’t even fully hard.“Ah,” I said. “You know, as they say, it’s not the size of the wand, but the skill of the magician. Although, if you want to keep that wish, I suppose we could...”*I found the genie the next morning. I was walking past a bric-a-brac store and just had a sudden urge to go in.A familiar face, atop a. Kya maat maal lag rahi thi saali randi. Mera lund aur bhi kadak ho gaya. Usne muje dhaka diya aur mein deewar se lag ke khada ho gaya. Uske khudse apni bra utari aur uske bade bade boobs latak gaye. Fuck kya boobs the saaali ke. Usne mere badan pe apne boobs ragadne lagi. Meri chest pe ragde. Mere tummy pe ragade. Mere legs pe ragde. Upar neeche sab jagah ragad rahi thi aur zor zor se awaaz nikal rahi thi. Phir ruchi ne meri underwear utari aur mera lund apne boobs ke beech rakh ke mere lund ko. The flared skirt stopped about mid-thigh and the top bodice had a low scooped neck. With the help of tiny blue nylon panties, no bra and a touch of my favorite perfume, I was on my way.I felt great and was starting to enjoy the trip. With all the cars and people it seemed more like an adventure. Soon I was relaxed and driving at a moderate pace. Those great trucking guys blowing their air horns, flashing headlights and frantically waving as they passed, made me feel extra special. I stopped. Yes. His hand stroking her now. Parting her tender lips. Fingers pressing into her. Slippery strokes as his tongue swirls over that divine organ. Clitoris burning up under the rhythmic attack of her wet fingers. His wild tongue. Yes. And then it happened: knees shuddering / body snapping forward. Those initial sparks (that seemed to start deep in her womb) flaring outwards into scorching flames that lapped through her body/ engulfing her/ consuming every inch of her being as she climaxed in a.