We do not have an attached bathroom in our room, and we were afraid to go out for toilet so we used to keep a jug in our room for pissing in it, one d...y Gopal wants to piss in the middle of the night but the jug was already filled so he wake me up and kept his cock in my mouth and asked me to swallow and he slowly pissed in my mouth and I swallowed it, gave a blowjob and slept. From that day I was like Gopals personal toilet whatever he wants he used to do in me. If wants to spit he calls me. Now Rama pushing his cock more and more inside her sex cervix and poch poch sound is coming out of the cunt and the lady is crying in new joy of sex and at last the bulbous head of the magic dong of Rama touched the womb (chirag) of the lady and once it touched the lady became sex slave of Rama and she wanted to release her jism on Rama’s dong and could release under Rama’s wish and both released the sex cream in unison and when the cock came out of Land lady’s cunt cervix it was mingled juices. .'You ain't never been down here before" she questioned. No, I've been by here, but I never been back here before. She reached out her hand , and I took it in mine, we walked back towards the van holding hands. " Let's fix us a drink" she laughed. I slid the side door opened, and Shelly climbed in. She poured us a drink, and we sat there looking at one another. " I don't believe we're finally alone together" she giggled. How long have we been planning this, fifteen years? she laughed.. ****** Helen continued to relate the story of her life to the pretty young woman beside her. She told her how shed moved into the studio loft soon after, and that summer Jonathan had painted picture after picture of her during the days and the nights had been spent consummating their passions. The nights of wonder, Helen described them as. One of their favourite paintings had been one of her, naked, on a rusty swing. Shed sat for that several times, they used to rise early, hurry to the local.