And suddenly I felt a pinch on my nipples and another pinch on my cunt lips and my jaw dropped in pleasure (mere moonh utte-jana se khul gaya) par hum...e ek doosre se nazre nahi hatayi aur maine bhi apna haath uske chehre par fera aur usne meri ungli kaati. Maine phir se thodi si dard mein awaaz nikali par nazarein nahi hataye aur wo meri ungliyaan choosne laga. Maine apna doosra haath uski chati se pherte hue uske samaan (dick,penis,loda,lund whatsoever readers like) par rakha. Tabhi usne mere. “You liked that, huh?” he asked smiling. “That was fantastic!” I managed, still breathless. “Have you ever been fucked up the ass?” he asked. I hadn’t expected the question. “Just once,” I replied. That was another fond memory Dick had given me. I had been so naive it had totally surprised me but when I looked back at that night … Oh my! How many times I had masturbated thinking of that one night I couldn't begin to count! “Let me fuck you. I want to cum in that tight ass,” he said. Without a. ..Annie Potts. I had always hada "thing" for redheads and for beautiful, petite women. Perhaps it wasbecause of the way my own football linebacker build contrasted with myfeelings of femininity. I longed to feel small, dainty, graceful, cute, lightas a feather....things I could never experience in this shell.For these reasons, as well as her sweetness, sense of humor, strong motherlyinstincts, and a hundred more, I settled on Annie...and specifically, hercharacter on "Designing Women," Mary Jo. It got me more and more aggressive for which I pressed Arpita’s boobs without any sympathy and pinched it so hard that she leaned away and pulled herself away to save her swollen tits. She gave me a wild look and gave me a deep smooch pinching my nipples hard. Anya’s ass was all fucked and stopped on my dick and went to attack stripper’s pussy. .She had a long tongue and licked like a professional stripper pull herself closer to my penis and starts blowing me while Arpita fondling the strippers.