His thick mustache was tickling my crack, and his stubble was scratching against my balls.He grabbed my hard cock from behind and started stroking it ...hile continuing to fill my ass-pussy with his saliva. After a while, it was too much for me, but I didn’t want to cum before anyone. So I begged him to stop and put it in. “Bas, bas karo, daalo andar. Lund daalo mere gaand mein aur chodo mujhe, please.”He got up, spit on his hand, and rubbed his saliva on his throbbing cock. He positioned his tip. In just a few minutes she would leave eight hundred dollars richer. Actually she would leave seven hundred dollars richer. It was time to take out an insurance policy. She turned to one of the rather large men watching the game. He was actually watching her ass whenever she bent over for a shot, but both her ass and the game were very interesting to him.“A hundred of that is yours if you make sure I get out of here with it if I win,” she said in a firm, but slightly quivering voice.“Always. She never wore underwear. If she wasn't going anywhere that day, she stayed nude all day and night. On many occasions she stayed nude for forty-eight and seventy-two-hour stretches. Carla called them her "nudie marathons."My girlfriend was also often stark naked outside of the apartment, too. She spent many an afternoon in our back patio, soaking up sun on her nude body, sipping on a glass of wine or a cold wine cooler.One day I got home and found Carla totally naked and sitting at the kitchen. We were lying side by side. We had caught out breath, but hadn't talked much."That was starters," she said, rolling over to lie half on me."Starters?" We have a lot of lost time to make up for," she said.Imagine attempting to make up what you lost in four years ... in one night.We tried. I'll vouch for that. And not just in the lovemaking arena. Between exhaustive bouts of passion, we lay there, sweaty, and talked about anything and everything. In one sense it was like we'd just met, and knew.