Vicky main ghatkopar mumbai main rehta hun or sirf apnay shauk k liye zinda hun kisi mast maal ko agar mujh sey sex karnay ke ecchaa ho to befekar ho ... mail karay aaj main jo aapko kahani sona raha hoon woh meray dost Ashok ki sachi kahani hai jo main aap ko apni zabani sonata hoon umid hai aap ko meri yah koishish pasand aye gi acha to story ki taraf aatay hain yah undino ki bat hai jab main 3sal kay liyah dubai gia howa tha mujhay meray baray bhai k dost nay apnay stor per kam karnay kay. It was different and more exciting. When I entered the room and closed the door I stood there and removed my cloths. Kelly laid in the bed looking nicely fucked and slutty. I crawled into their bed and bed and kissed her on the lips. I said “did you enjoy that?” “Hmmmm, yes I did!” We kissed deeply and I asked “did you suck his cock good?” “I did very good!” She replied. We kissed more and caressed each other. I kissed her neck and slowly worked my way down her body, sucking her tits and. Then the whole world could know who and what you truly were. A cum hungry slut who would do anything to have another cock pounding up her cunt."She was cumming pretty regular now, a slave in heat, driven by her needs and the words being pounded into her head by my incessant voice."I'll bet you'd love to be gang-banged wouldn't you. No one person can keep up with you but ten or fifteen, that might do it. They would be like the machine fucking your pussy right now, able to pound your pussy at. Idecided to let the similarities go unnoticed. "Anyway, I hate it but Idon't want her to jeopardize my possibilities. Is that wrong?"She sighed. "No. I mean if you want the feminist answer, yes. If youwant the realistic one, no. You need to work with her. Take her tolunch with Robin. Let her see what she can be." I thought about itand she was right. Mentoring was modeling, not just talking. I likedtalking to Evelyn more than my own mother. She remembered everyone andunderstood what.