Raj…Aapka lund bahut mast hai yaar…Meri chut to iski fan ho gai…Aaahhh…Dekho kitna pyara hai…Aaahhh…Yaar mujhe pink lund bahut mast lgta h...i….Chuste time bahut maza aata hai..Aaahhh…Aaahhhh…Raj-aaahhh…Nisha baby…Ab tere boob chusne de…Aaaahh…Bade mast hain…Yaar teri nipple khane aur chatne mein alag hi maza hai…Mujhe goal aur tikhe boob psand hain…Beech ki drar dekh kr lund khada hota hai…Reena-are yaar nisha aaj sari raat tumhari seva krne aai hai…Tum isko jaise chodna chaho chodo…Agar lund. I enjoyed the various types of piss stream.Not even me, all guys enjoyed the piss streams. But they were straight, so they not took the cocks in their mouths. Some guys bent and showed their buttholes. As I started to rim, another guys pissed there. I was unable to recognize any of them as all were masked.According to strict policy of club, all were using condom while sex. One of guy gave me a drink to reduce pain and energized me. Then they started to fuck me. I swallowed their semen.After the. I was suddenly cut off from ordinary physical affection and touch. There was frost. There’s no need for me to say more on that than I said on Friday afternoon. However, I slid deeper and deeper into a very dark place. There seemed nothing I could do, to turn things around. So, it got blacker and blacker.” “It wasn’t that I wanted to turn the clock back, it was that I wanted to be a part of something. There was no overt exclusion, other than the bedroom and anything physical, but I began to feel. What did I do just now? How can I show my face to her? I was scared. But I still couldn’t stop thinking of her naked body. What can I explain? I was thinking.An hour later, she called me for snacks. I kept my head low and walked into the kitchen. She was wearing the blue saree again.“I am sorry dear”, Komal said.“Wait! What?”,’ I asked myself.“It’s all my fault, I shouldn’t have been doing that”, she said.“Oh, no problem, bhabhi. Let’s forget this, okay?” I replied holding her shoulder.“Thank.