Baseball games and bike rides and cotton candied circuses. Smiles earned in one of Dad’s numerous trivia quizzes. Brutal sarcasm in place of praises...earned. A frozen moment flashes through his fitful doze. His earliest memory! ‘Was he two, three?’ Giggling, perched upon his dad’s shoulders one hand holding tight to the balding forehead. The other tiny paw clutches three saltine crackers. Up to an old fashioned pillared porch down the block where there dwells a flapping, squawking creature of. That left 3 minutes for the eyes and lips….Lilly stepped into her brother’s room exactly 10 minutes after he had walked out of hers… and they both stopped and stared. Lilly had pulled her long wavy hair back and combed hair gel through it all before putting a scrunchie around all of it, pulling her hair tight to her scalp. It was several shades darker, as was the eye shadow that she had been practicing applying so she would have “hooker eyes”. Last of all she had painted her lips red… bright. Uski gadarayi masal gori gori jangho ko chumata to kabhi jor se masalata. To kabhi boobs ko masalate nipples ko ungliyon ke beech me lekar. Jor se bichate masalate masalte niche se chut main lund pura bahar nikalte fir andar dalke chudai karne laga.Hamare badan ki takarane ki aur hamare muh se nikalate huyi kammotejana se bhari sitkar. Hamare lund aur chut ke andar bahar jate huyi hone wali pach pach chap chap thap thap.Iski aawazo se aur beech beech main main uske bade bade boobs ko jor se. I am divorced and able to play a lot, but, I had this one desire to go dogging. The problem was safety for me. I did not want to go to a hugely popular place or one that was miles away from me. So after looking at different swinging sites I decided on a place that in fact was only about 3 miles from my home and planned it for a sunday night.Sunday arrived and I was both very excited and incredibly nervous, I bathed, made sure I was again 100% hairless and thought what should I wear. Simple.