Anil- Papa mere dost ki mom hai aap kahe to mai baat chalau. Amar- lekin tere dost,usake papa kuch nahi kahenge unhe pata chala to aur ohh bhi kyu tai...ar hogi. Anil ne papa ko Chandana ki foto dikhayee. oh taswir me chanadana ne nili saree pehanithi uska gora pet aur pet par nabhi dikhai de rahi thi. Chandana ko dekhake amar ki wicket hi gayee. Amar bola beta itani khubsurat aurat muzse chudwayegi kya tum bewakoof ho? . Anil bola lekin papa yeh idea mere dost Bhushan ka hi hai. Amar chouk gaya. Everywhere, the same; men of varying colors and degrees of fitness forcibly morphed into curvy, seductive, feminine shapes while semi-conscious; but each one awakened as his precious cock was sucked inwards; to disappear forever as a wet, hungry vagina blossomed forth."Sooo... HORNY!" screeched a platinum blond Spawn, her cereal-bowl sized boobs could not cease their buoyant jiggling for even a moment as she struggled mightily with her thick, triple-chained shackles. "HORNY! HORNY!" Within less. They were both 5 years older than me. I was physically well developed and quite aware the effect my body had on the opposite sex. I must admit I was secretly thrilled (and still am) when men and boys ogled me and would (and still do) flaunt myself to them quite shamelessly. The evening I first met Paul we kissed and intimately fondled each other while Allan watched. When Paul freed my breasts he invited Alan to join him in playing with them. I must admit, at that stage, I became nervous. Valentina and I chose the one we were going to share and left our stuff in there.Everybody was sweaty and smelly because of the trip, and the sex, of course, so we all decided to go to the beach, which was twenty minutes away.We went there and took a swim in the refreshing waters of the Atlantic Ocean. The day was very hot, so I really got to enjoy the afternoon plan. We returned to the house by 9 pm, had a small dinner, and went to the living room to have some drinks. We were all tired, so.