It was not about eight o'clock and I turned on the radio and Pam started dancing one her own. Becky laid back on the couch and drank her beer slowly w...ile watching Pam as a lover would watch another lover. I was sure they were sleeping with each other and I hoped I would be included, but acted like nothing was going to happen. Pam was really dancing like a stripper without a pole and Becky looked at me and asked, Isn't she amazing the way she moves. I almost want to have my way with her right. He looked at Brenda withinterrogation marks in his eyes. "Oupps! You start feeling something, don't you?" said Brenda with asmile. Jack was trying to look down at his cock as he soon realised thatthe tip of his cock was shining wet. He was also feeling as if his ballswere slowly and powerfully contacting repeatedly as if they wanted to expelall their content. "I'm sure it's only anxiety that makes a little humidity down my cock.This is weird!" "Maybe you should look at your cock again,. When my orgasm passed I slid down and once against closed my mouth around Naomi’s plump labia and teased her clit with my tongue until she came once more.“Jesus,” she gasped when I moved up next to her and put my arm around her.She turned and snuggled close, resting her head on my chest and draping one arm and once leg across me. We lay quietly for about ten minutes before she spoke.“Your wife is a lucky woman!” she said. “You read me like a book and played me like a piano!”“And it’s a fine. Subhe me utha aur uth kar dekha ki priya didi naha kar fresh ho kar balcony me khada hai .maine bhi fresh ho kar aaya to suna ki aaj strike yai .priya didi ghar ko nahi jaa payegi strike ke karan koi bus nahi chal rahi thi ye soon kar me bahot khus ho gaya . Kuch samay baad haam log naasta kiya aur tv dekh ne lag gaye .kuch der ke baad priya didi ne bola kyun sanjay kaal raat ko aapne didi ke saath kya kar rahe the.mene Sarmake bola pehele didi aap mere saath kar rahe the .didi ne bola jo hum.