.-‘par did….’, “chup…”..usne mujhe ek thappar maara..- “didi nhi…mistress bol….kya bolega…?” mere gaalo ko haatoh se dabaate huy... puchi..’mistress..!’ main bola..usne gaaloo zor se dabaakar ek jor se chata maara..phir chor diya.”kya kar ke aaya hai paper mein ?”.. main kuch bolne hi waala tha ki usne dande se mere talwe pr maara..aur boli “bhosdike muh mein mutth bhara hai kya..?”…main rone wwala tha ki usne ek tissue uthaaya aur mere muh mein thoos diya..”tujhe pta hai teri maa ne mujhe kitna. "Easier to control the flow of conversation. Easier to lull into a false sense of security. Abby..." Mike could see from the wildness in her eyes that she was done. She needed to come down from this in her own way and that probably involved that caffeinated crap that made her extra hyper.For some reason, she fed off being hyper, her concentration growing the more she absorbed that syrupy crap. It looked disgusting and smelled even worse and Mike Franks was a lot of things but he wasn't fool. I was a virgin and the only other cock I had ever touched or sucked was Ben, the boy from earlier that night. We stood there watching his wife fuck that couple for a few more minutes and they did some filthy things too. I enjoyed it most when they both sucked that man and then put their tongues in his butt and other stuff. While they all fucked and did things, Mike took me by the hand and led me to their bedroom and had me lay on the bed. I was naked of course, scared, excited and yes, horny,. -Uhm... no... Can I sleep with you? I felt a little twitch in my stomach and just nodded. She layed by my side and started sobbing again about Zee. I just heard her and ocassionally spoke a few words, but most of the time I was caressing her teary cheeks and her hair. After a while, I just had an impulse and stole a kiss from her, she chuckled and told me it took me a while to realize she wanted that. We both laughed a little and then started kissing again. From a Kiss we went to caresses, and.