May bola kya nay andar aa sakta hun ?Usne mana kardi kyun ki wo to kisi or ko soch ke bethi he, agar may andar aajaun to uski chudai ka kya hoga? Fie ...ay jabardasti andar geya or bola please Reena daro mat. Aap ne hi to mujhe bulaya tha. Uski chek nikal geyi. May bola itni din se aap mere sath phone pa bat karte the or aaj 9 waje ki time v di thi bhul geyi kya? Wo sarmageyi or mujhse chipak geyi. Or boli may karun may chudai k liye tadap rahihun .Mujhe bht sari chudai chahiye. Ye bolte hi. "This pussy and ass is mine isn't it Tammy?" she nods as she moans. "I don't think I fuckin heard you baby!" "Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesss! Fuck yes!" she was crying out like the slut she was. Finally a man to take care of her sexual needs and desires. Mike was giving her one good fucking and she didn't give a rats ass if he belonged to her friend. He continued to lap at her cunt as she squirmed around on the bed like a worm. She loved his long thick tongue that darted in and out of her juicy tight. My parents took me to psychiatrists, who couldn't agree if I was depressed, schizophrenic, or had some sort of dissociation disorder. Eventually, they sent me to an extremely nice and expensive mental hospital."That hospital became one of the happiest times of my life. I learned that not long before my admission, there was a strict ban on sex, but the shrinks had changed their thinking. Birth control was readily available. There were lots of safety measures, but if you wanted to flirt and go. Well I defiantly wasn’t joking and there was no way to hide my boner either. Worried about what he was thinking I rode up along side him; to my surprise I could see his cock was hard too! With rosy cheeks I asked him if he wanted to make a pit stop at the brook on the way home. I was excited. I had never had a sexual conversation with anyone and I was so curious. We arrived about five minutes later. There were cars driving by and the brook was just off the road. The stone landing next to where.