Phir usne mera t shirt utaar dia and mera gora aur saaf badan dekhke chokk gya.Bola ki tu itta chikna kaise hai? Me kaha ki sab bhagwan ki and mri mom...dad ki wajah se ;)Phir woh mere nipples dbane laga and unhe choosne laga me bh uske baal sehla raha tha.Phir wo mera poora badan chumne laga. Me bhi uski t shirt utaar thi. Uski body mast thi jayad bani hui nhi thi but wo kaafi fit tha. Me usse choomne laga aur phr dheere dheere uske pant tk chala gya. and pant k upar se hi uske lund ko kiss krne. She started moaning and grunting wildly, like a stuck pig. All the while, the sounds of the “slap, slap, slap” of Dario’s gargantuan balls smacking against Catherine’s wet fanny filled the room.He grabbed her big, sweaty breasts, one in each massive hand, and used them to lift her plump frame up, so their fasces were inches apart.. He started whispering in her ear, eliciting short responses; one word, a few words, sometime just a grunt. John couldn’t hear what Dario was saying, but he made out. It was cold and wet outside, and Rachel tug her hands underneath her armpits, walking fast and with drawn together eyebrows. She wore only a light jacket that proofed to be a mistake, but since she had to dress fittingly to her party outfit, it had been unavoidable to take the light jacket. Moreover, speaking of party outfit, Rachel wore a short, black skirt, a silken tank top and a short black jacket. Her high heels were not to good a choice for long walks either, by the way. But all this. Such a beautiful creature should never shed tears. I explained that I had blown off steam at the gym and had fallen asleep on the couch. I led her inside and seated her on the couch. She still clung to me fiercely, but her sobbing had subsided. I kissed her forehead gently and said I wouldn’t do anything that stupid again. I rocked her slowly. When she composed herself, Molly pushed me away and said, “Damn you. You should have called me. I was a nervous wreck! I couldn’t think.