“Wow, I didn’t know they made them that big,” she gasped.“Do you want it now?” he asked.“Yess,” she hissed at him. “Fuck me with that ...hing.”Jake smiled and slowly withdrew, then thrust forward again. He began to fuck her, gently at first, then more and more vigorously. He felt the walls of her pussy clasping tightly around his dick. She was gasping and moaning, tossing her head from side to side as he screwed her. He was raised up on his arms now, supporting himself on his hands as he banged. The whole thing about dressing is it can consume you for a while and then move to the background. But it never goes away. I know you got something pleasurable out of it, Jean does talk some and you made it obvious. View it like you ate a rare delicacy and ate so much you got tired of it. You wanted to go back to your regular diet. But does it mean you will never have a desire for that food again? You have just added something to your personality. I know you will not let it get out of control,. “Fuck no…” he breathed and rolled off the lounger grinning down at Bruce who only had eyes for the departing derriere no matter what his tongue was doing.Chris stared at the retreating figure, his feet following under the direction of his cock as he tried to fathom who this woman was. He couldn’t remember anyone having been dressed like her over the last few hours and he was pretty sure at one point or another he had seen all his guests in various computations. He watched her ass roll as she. He convinced Shruthi to travel in public transport to go to Chickpet for the shopping (To fantasize about his wife with all the hungry men).He booked Ola auto. While boarding the auto, his fantasy world started. The auto driver was a middle-aged man who eyed his wife with his dead stares through the mirror.While deboarding the auto, the driver’s eye scanned every bit of Shruthi’s assets. He had a hard-on inside my pants. Shruthi was normal and never did any fuss out of his stares. All women.