Oh, fuck... oh, fuck... ohhhh."As she was still in the throes of her orgasm spunk shot from the end of his cock.They lay in a post-fuck cuddle before ...avin moved a chair into the centre of the room and beckoned Rosemary over his knee.This was his first opportunity to examine her arse visually and what a glorious arse it was.He ran his hands over the globes and teased her arse crack with his fingers before saying "Right young lady, time for your spanking."SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!. I shout. Calmly his palm touches my breast. My heart beats hard, my breadth becomes heavier. His hand searches the insect.Slowly, my hand moves around the lower rim of the shirt so that the dead insect falls down. Anil’s hand finds my breast but not the insect. He says, there is no insect inside. I say, it is moving inside. He then takes out his hand.He puts both his hand from below the shirt. His hands are moving here and there over my bra. I close my eyes. I slightly feel the hot air coming. And there enters Darko in the story…Darko and Diane met each other at a bar where the woman went every weekend to improve her real life social networking and meet her friends. From the very first minute they started to talk, they knew they had lots of things in common, with Darko also trying to move on after a failed long-term relationship. Soon, they became good friends.But Diane’s curiosity got the best of her (fortunately or there wasn’t no reason to write the story) and she decided to make. Wish I could have married her, instead of my best friend marrying her.My great Uncle who was owner of a radio station in Pine Bluff put the two girls up in a hotel and I stayed at his house. We visited the State Capitol and took lots of pictures. Also went to the radio station one night and took pictures like we were performing. I didn't get any sex on that trip, but we made up for it when we got back to Houston. I only saw my Uncle one more time before he died, when he visited Houston a few.