One morning when I woke up I was horny as hell. So I got up, slipped onmy lacey black thong, my matching black bra which I stuffed with thosewarm wate... balloons that gave me a 44HH chest, slid the hose up my legsand put on an over sized shirt to make it all look more realistic. Afterdoing this I sat at my computer. Putting on a SaRenna Lee video, damn Iwish I had a body like hers: she's so beautiful. I opened my browser andstarted browsing the FictionMania site. Looking at the video SaRenna. Of course, after those terrible dates, I felt it my duty to console her as much as possible and it generally ended with me buried to the hilt in her pretty buttocks with her bouncing and wiggling like a crazy person underneath my relentless pounding. We tended to enjoy taking showers after coupling like honeymooners with nothing else on their mind except sex, sex and more sex.I can hear her voice now whispering in my welcoming ear, “Don’t move, Bro, you got me in the right spot. If you move. He didn’t have to be asked twice, he peeled the banana and pushed it up her cunt. He pushed slowly at first but when he got a reaction stepped up the motion until he looked like he was at one end of a bucksaw pushing in and out as fast as he could driving Cindi nuts. Cindi could only cry for more and harder as she was getting closer and closer to closure. He pushed to hard one time and the banana broke inside. He was very disappointed until George handed him another and instructed him to go for. In front of the bed was TV kept. Opposite to the entrance of the bedroom was the bathroom. The bathroom door was open and we could see it. The tiles were a horrible pink colour with an Indian style toilet in it and a small tap with a bucket kept in it.The bathroom was the size of approximately two telephone booths and smelled very bad. Only one window existed in the room which was in the kitchen. Ramesh looked at us and said: Tum dono chaho to naha sakti ho. Mein tumharey liye chai aur biscuit.