It was feeling pretty good in my pussy, so I guessed that he wasn't that small after all. As he began driving his dick harder into me, I at least coul... remember that I needed a picture. I couldn't ask permission to take one at this point, so I just asked for my skirt. My phone was in the pocket."Hey, Sopulu," Tope yelled. "Come here and give me that skirt there."Someone gathered up my skirt, and Tope said to him, "She wants a picture of us. Get her phone - in the pocket." He kept pumping into. I knew what it was of course, prior to lifting my other hand to touch the discolouration with the tip of one finger. It was dry, but felt rough, coarse. As if I were looking at that accident again, I scratched my nail over the inner surface of the normally smooth silky interior of my panty. I scrapped away some white dried substance.It would have been missed if I had not been looking for it. Obviously the 'present', as Jude liked to call it, was that Barry had left. There had even been an. After much peer pressure and what just happened on the phone, I finally relented and I had a few drinks&hellip, one shot after another after another &hellip,. All was good sitting there in the spa getting totally buzzed. It was like a tonne of bricks hit me, because I dont drink The girls suggested that I go lie down, thinking that was a good idea, on wobbly legs I did. I must have been laying there on the top of the bed for 20 minutes or so dozing on and off and giggling to myself as the room. I reached over into the stranger’s lap while still holding onto my husband’s cock. My new friend grabbed my hand and wrapped it around his huge, rock hard meat, and started pumping it up and down. I wasn’t going to wait for anyone to change their mind. I turned, bent over and ran my tongue up the length of his large shaft before sliding as much of his cock into my mouth as I could. I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft and pumped slowly. My husband stuck his hand up my skirt, and.