.maine kaha bhabhi dard to nahi ho raha bhabhi boli mujhe bhabhi matt kaho naam se bulao sweetyy …or mera lund bhabhi ki tight pink chut mein poora ...hus chuka tha mein bhabhi ko apne kund se dhakke dene laga or bol raha tha sweet i luv u pls jaan jyada mota to nahi hai na mera lund …or thoda sa hai poora ghusa loo tumhari chut mein….sweety bhabhi ko aisi baatein sunkar maze aa rahe the or sanju ko bhi wo boli aap aisi batein karte rahein maza aa raha hai or phir sanju aage aa gaya or bhabhi ne. Both women removed their panties, turned them inside out so thecrotches would be against my taste buds, wadded in my mouth, then duct tapeplaced over my mouth and around my head. All breathing would have to be donethru my nose. Both women got down to eye level of my very hard penis head andbegan to gently blow on it ever so softly. With the meds I was taking toincrease sensitivity, it took very little stimulation to create desire and theyboth knew that. Maam looked me in the eyes and began to. They were all beautiful boys, though, each exhibiting why I preferred fourteen-year-old boys: developing into a man, but flexible, trainable, yielding, still with an aura of innocence, sweet dispositioned, and willing to try new positions. Times were tough in Germany or they may not be doing what they did—offering what they did. If I chose one of them and took him to the states it would be like going to heaven for him. Each of them had tried hard with me to be that boy.Klaus was doing. If you want to watch the last quarter, I can get dressed and go back upstairs." I teased, knowing full well that they were eagerly anticipating getting their cocks all stroked.They all shook there heads no, and I laughed as a shook my hair around. "I thought so." I said. I decided to give them all their hand-jobs in the same order as the lap dances. Patrick was first. I unzipped his jeans, and pulled his jeans and briefs to his knees. I teased his body with my hands, touching his chest and arms.