5 inch lamba hai, use dekhte hi use hooth sukhne lage wo mere lund ko dekh kar boli isse to main mar hi jaongi , maine kaha daro mat kuch darne ki baa... nahin hi, main oil laga ke karunga tumhe dard nahin hoga. Tab jakar wo mani aur maine phir se use garam karna chalu kar diya wo mera land ko apnaHat se sehlane lagi mai usko abhi bhi choom raha tha choomte hue mai uski chut per aa gya or uski chut ko chatna Laga uski chut bilkul gili ho gai thai wo upper niche hona lagi mera muh uski chut per. We had a brief chat and she invited me over to her place. However since I was in town for business, I wasn’t able to make it to her place and we decided to meet up the next time I was there.Coming to her, she was pretty chick-looking from her school days and age had actually made her even better. She looked gorgeous in her tight professional attire and her image was kind of stamped into my memory. I had decided then and there that next time whenever I was in town I would definitely get in touch. As I said earlier, while it was fantastic being able to get together when we could, we both expressed the desire to someday have a marathon session. A couple of days and nights of uninterrupted time just to stroke and be stroked, where to only goal was to end up with very sore cocks and empty balls. Eventually after a lot of brainstorming we came up with a plausible idea. Marks relatives had a lake house on lake Whitney that he could have use of with enough notice. We would tell the wives we. K., I just know what I like, and I can't help but notice how intense you react when I'm buried balls deep in your tight little ass." "Here he comes", she said. "Who?", I asked turning to look over my shoulder in the direction she was looking. The young bartender ambled up and thanked us for the beer and introduced himself. I introduced myself and Cassie. Jeff, wanted to buy us a round and we accepted. I asked Jeff to join us and Cassie slid in further as Jeff eased into the booth. We learned.