Me kamar ko ragad ke chusne laga. Aur mere hath unke santro ke saath khel rae thee. Dheerey dheerey mere ek haath petticoat ke uppar se he unki chuut ...ehsus karne laga. Woh mera ishara samajh gae aur dheerey se apna petticoat bhe khol diya ab uske shareer par sirf ek kali panty bache thee. Kya pari lag rae thee uss samay Sonal. Mene bhe ek second me apne bache hue sare kapde utaar diye.Sonal mera khada hua 6 inch ka lund dekhkar pagal ho gae. Aur usne mera lund muh me le liya aur usse jor se. I didn’t even know she had a job, figuring that she was pretty much a ‘trophy wife’ for her asshole husband. I had to know more. Hampering my curiosity was the real world fact that I’d been sitting on the edge of the sofa, staring directly at the soft, damp triangle of her sex. Despite this distraction, and the fact that my cock had decided that it was time to pay attention to the sights before me, I had to ask her,‘Just who is your boss, anyhow?’ Her face lit up, and she said, ‘Dr. Lennie. “I ain’t done yet Teresa, or whatever your name is! You were so worried about me getting cum in your eyes or ears or running down your chin! Like that matters to sex machines like you!” He rose up on his knees and began to stroke it harder. I looked up at it with wide eyed fascination. “Open up that sexy mouth and see if you can catch some more!” From a foot over me, a geyser of white exploded from him. How could one man... boy... have so much in him? Did I inspire that with my mouth? Did he. “Hasn’t Lisa taught you anything about where to sit on a sexy date? How are we supposed to touch each other with you sitting across from me?” John took the hint and sat on her left. “That’s much better. Now I can feel cocky if I like,” she joked groping his crotch.Their waiter arrived and she immediately looked at the bulge in his pants. She was never one to pull down the hem of her skirt or dress when she sat as good girls do. She was far from being good and as he handed them menus and took.