There were even pics of me cumming on her long hair and our many steamy hair jobs. Gayatri also loved the weekends because she enjoyed herself like a ...ueen that day. Getting my full attention and getting fucked hard hour after hour. Since we were living in a flat alone, we had all the time for both of us. We were the happiest couple.Kavita also had become our very close friend, except I used to fantasize about her a lot. I used to stare at her and her long hair whenever we met, and Gayatri. Unable to help himself, Paul raised his face to her and hotly kissed the twisted little orifice of her anus, causing her to shiver with delight."Not yet," she warned him with a little giggle. "If you get me too excited, I won't be able to pee again!"Paul lowered his head again and Janet leaned forward slightly, grasping the root of his cock. She dropped lower still, the heat from her pussy now radiating his lips and then she went still. Once again there was a long, tantalizingly pause and then. Yes, I’m helpless. But I’ve been brought here by people who love me and are watching over me. I expect to be well used and I get the impression from the way they’ve been groping me they have no intention of taking it easy on me. But I’m incredibly excited and I know the people here who love will watch over me. So, I’m not scared.It was all very erotic at first. It seemed almost like what I imagine the prelude to a gang rape might be like. As the hands groped my breasts through the slip and. A band of unreliable size played folk music on traditional instruments; energetic celebratory sounds settling in around the chatter.Teenagers expectant, jealous; parents nostalgic, excited, scared.Suddenly the band stopped playing, a discordant last breath from the large horn hushed the crowd, and the bride appeared. Her father would have said she was beautiful, and she was. Eela's long black hair was plaited close to her head, and her glittering eyes were moist with happiness. She was dressed.