Phir maine unke boobs dabana shuru kiya and unhe choosne laga…Unka doodh pikar toh mai pagal ho gaya. unki siskiya sunkar mai aur josh mei aa gaya.�...�Bas Aayan ab mujhe aur mat tadpao aur chod do mujhe”.“Ha bua mai bhi mara ja raha hoon aapko chodne ke liye aur khas isi samay ke liye maine condom bhi rakha hai.”Bua bohot samay se nai chudi thi so unki chut bohot tight ho gayi thi. Pehle main usme ungliya karne laga.AAH AAAH… BAS AAYAN…..GHUSAO APNA LUND AUR BUJHAO MERI PYASSS….AAAHAHAHLund par. . which culminated in complete coital spree. . .and Srilekha was not virgin as was not Sanjay as well.A couple of months elapsed thereafter, and in the 3rd week of December 2007, came a tinkle from Calcutta. Srilekha picked up the phone, and the voice cited from the other end was one whom she had known from her high-school days — and it was of Paresh Mukherjee, her music-teacher’s younger brother, who said he was now boarding in Ahmedabad-bound train and coming to them. Srilekha was both glad. As it grew more comfortable for them both, he began to thrust steadily, pulling out to about half his length before pushing back in all the way. Mario’s spent cock began to fill with blood again and he timidly reached down to hold the organ in his hand, too sensitive still to stroke. Paul took a firm hold on his thighs as his thrusts became more confident and he began to truly fuck this young, Italian man. The sensations for them both were amazing, every re-entry like an electric jolt through. “Damn good piece of driving. You’re getting about everything out of the car now.”I shook his hand as he clapped me on the shoulder. Grandpa and Louie ambled up next.Louie went straight for the TelTach, looking at the top RPM. Grandpa was glassy-eyed and seemed to struggle to speak.“That,” he cleared his throat. “Was damn good driving,” he finished.With little time for talk, dad had the car up on the jack with both rear wheels already off. He was picking off some mud and washing the wing while.