. 10 minute tak chusi aur usne saree pehni thi o mujhe utarne ko boli mene saree utar diya phir bach gaye blouse bra petticoat aur panty.phir petticoa... utar ke use kiss karne laga. Phir tulsi ji ne mujhe bed pe dhaka mar ke giraya aur boli serious hoke mujhe chodo na….kya.? Kar rahe ho……..? OkMene phir tulsi ji ki blouse aur panty utar ke phek diya aur use mere taraf khicha aur unki muh me mera lip ko chus ne laga.aur boobs ko masalne laga…masalte maslate bra ko v utar diya.. Tulsi ne puri. I slowly turned around and laid the same way but in the opposite direction and rested my head on his hairy thigh. That put his half-hard cock and balls right in front of my face. My senses were flooded with his strong, musky odor which also had a hint of the scent of urine, but rather than being repulsive to me, it aroused me even more.Then I felt his head come to rest on my thigh as he said, “Go ahead and taste my cock, Ed, and I also want to feel you sucking my balls. Denise would be happy. My fingers were touching her vagina hole and I inserted my one finger in her, she was so tight that feel my finger, she was on fire now and moaning hay aaaahhh.. Karo na ..dard ho raha hay meray boobs ko thode dhire se dabao, suddenly I drop my mouth at her vaginal lips and was sucking & licking her choot with full mood her moaning become louder & louder, after five minutes I feel she is near to discharge, I stand and ask her to suck my penis she simply refused, ok I came and sat down !Between. And we go there everyday, like clockwork, or good catholics going to church every Sunday. We go to our bedrooms, we take of our clothes, lie down under a nice blanket, turn of the light, and lastly we close our eyes."Maybe John had made up the words himself, and the forgotten about it. Memory is another funny thing, you can't trust it, not really. But you have to. Only memory can tell you about the past, but you never know if it's the past that really happened, or if it's the past you wanted to.