....... "Rachel what do you prefer, men or women?" "Silkie, you are messing with me..........I like............ummmmm...what shall I say?................ like to have my face between a woman's thighs while I feel a man do me from behind..........oh..I like that a lot.....Julian, I packed Sylvia's ass with butter......I'll bet she would like to feel something else up there ....Oh, go get the wine and the hash, please..........................." Julian quickly disappeared and re-appeared with two. Use dekh kar aisa lagta hai use wahi pakad kar pel. Pahle din ham sab ne khub sari masti kari aur shopeing bhi ki. Sham ko jab ham sab ghar aye pooja ne bola muje bhi market jana hai but koi ready nahi hua to muje bola gaya ki aap pooja ko le jao market ke liye. 10 mint baad ja ham bike pe ja rahe to muje uska nature thoda ajeeb sa laga woe k dam mujse chipak kar baithi thi aur apne boobs ko baar baar meri back pe daba rahi thi.Muje bhi maje aa rahe the to maine bhi jaan buj kar brake laga raha. A few more strokes.And then she's there. She screams, throwing back her head, thrashing and trembling in the sheets, coming, coming. Coming so hard. Her wedding night orgasm is upon her and it is everything she had always dreamed it would be, puts tears in her eyes from the sheer glorious bliss of it all. It's almost too much for her husband to take but he makes it, stays steadfast, fucks her through her orgasm until the tremors of pleasure subside. It's his duty to make this night the best he. ’ ‘Not even from your wife?’ Rachel could instantly have kicked herself. What did she know about him? He could be divorced or, worse still, a widower and she’d made a crass, flip remark. He smiled. ‘My wife? Oh, she knows all about it. After all, it’s what pays the bills.’ Rachel looked puzzled, ‘I’m a freelance photographer for this magazine and several similar publications.’ He reached into his pocket and brought out a small leather wallet from which he produced a brightly coloured business.