‘I was happy to agree.’ ‘What are you guys talking about?’ Sue asked, showing increasing interest in this developing conversation. ‘What I�...�m saying,’ Frank finally said, ‘is that Ern and I played the same trick on you, that you played on us that night. We decided you had gotten away with confusing people too many times and the time had come to give you a dose of your own medicine. But, unlike your nefarious plans, we didn’t plan to do anything – merely sleep. Then, we were going to tell you. Hope he doesn’t mind.”Imagining crocodile face having sex was a weird image. She had a killer body, the sort you’d find on a fitness model advertising her dance routine. Muscles, but no steroid abuse, lean and ripped but without hitting the point of amenorrhea. Probably could be one of those new internet ass girl sensations, putting pictures of herself in a thong online and letting the money roll in, if not for the claws and crazy eye and the teeth. And the weird, long tongue he got a glimpse. I had worn the saree very tight so the shape of my big butt was very inviting. Rana came and saw my preparations and whistles. He pulled me in his arms straightaway and kissed my lips. I too responded by opening my mouth and touching his tongue. His hands squeezed my big buttocks and I sighed. “Prema now I’m your husband aur tu meri randi hain samjhi?” He demanded shyly nodded and told him to carry me to the bedroom. My husband would have slipped a spine while lifting me but Rana lifted me like. It didn't work.I convinced her to give it up when it started to hurt. Sherrie looked crestfallen until I pulled her up to face me and kissed her while Mr. Johnson squirmed his way deep inside her wet, hot, open, and hungry pussy.It worked.As we relaxed, willing ourselves to calm our hearts, Sherrie said, "I keep thinking about anal sex, Brian. You are being so kind and noble, but you deserve better from me. And now I can't even deep throat you right. I feel like a total failure, especially when.