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Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 There has been a very long break between this ending and my previous parts of the story. Some of life’s biggest issues got in the way that kept us busy for the last few years but all is well again and I needed to finish this. As a refresher, my husband had been in Kuala Lumpur on a business trip for nearly 6 weeks and I missed him terribly but before he left, he gave me a “kitchen pass”. Well, he gave it to me, be he also gave it to his friends, Avery, James, Chris and Mike, his poker buddies, that he shared me with me after I lost a bet on a football game. If you haven’t read the other parts of this story, it might make more sense if you go back and read…

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Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 I couldn’t see a thing. I knew I was on my back, laying on a soft surface, my neck and head perfectly comfortable. My mouth was covered by another mouth. Its tongue pushed gently against mine and made love to my lips and gums. I sucked and couldn’t get enough of the tongue. Then while the tongue kept licking and the lips and teeth kept sucking and biting my lips and chin and cheeks and neck, I felt a mouth cover the middle and index fingers of my left hand, then my right hand was suckled in the same manner. The feeling of these three strange mouths on my mouth and hands pulsed a shock of sexual energy into the pit of my stomach and through my testicles and penis. I felt a thick flow of precum…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 While we were in the shower, Connie had moved my clothes into the master bedroom. She also laid out what she expected Dave and I to wear. She wanted us in khakis pants and polo shirts. There were no pairs of underwear out, but somehow I didn’t think it was an accident. I have no idea what Dave thought as he and I walked into the living room and saw Tess sitting with Connie, but my cock defiantly started to stir. I hadn’t seen her in 10 years, since a week after Connie and Dave’s wedding. She looked even better than she did then. Dressed in a tight tank top and green mini skirt. I found out later that she’d put on 15 pounds in the last year since her divorce. It seemed to all settle in…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 After a few times with Allan modelling the men’s items at the lingerie and toy sales evenings, Carole, the one who hosted our first evening asked if she could have a private time with Allan and maybe more. I didn’t understand ‘more’ but thought it might be fun to watch and see what would happen. The day arrived and so did Carole. She is five feet four with blond hair and a full though not fat figure. Lovely sized breasts and child bearing hips. She doesn’t wear a lot of makeup or perfume. On this occasion she had on a sheer white blouse over a lacy white bra and you could see a suggestion of her areolae. Her skirt was not too short and she had nylons on and you could see the bumps of her suspender…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 All people in this story are over 18. ***** Jo was blazingly horny. She woke up feeling frisky for a very good reason. She was going to meet her boyfriend Dean, who she had not seen for months due to work. Most nights they had been indulging in phone sex both having earth shattering orgasms with a promise of better things to come when they finally met. Jo was helped along with her night time reading, a book called ‘only cowgirls get the blues’, a book that was brimming with sex. Jo was in bed early, as she knew the next day she had a long journey ahead of her and she wanted to be full of energy for the sex festival she and Dean were set to indulge in. The next morning Jo rose invigorated from…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Tranh stood legs wide astride; arms outstretched gripping the metal frame in front of her. Sweat dripped from her face onto her naked breasts and quivering stomach muscles. Quivering because she was straining to hold a dildo inside her shaved cunt, quivering because a 10-kilo weight hung from the dildo threatening to pull it from the grip of her cunt muscles; quivering because she had already held it within her for two minutes. So intent on this task was she that the shouts of the gamblers surrounding the 9 sided frame in the disused clothing factory, now turned into an entertainment centre in Springvale, Melbourne barely registered. With a scream of frustration Phuong, the girl on her left announced that her dildo had dropped to the floor. A collective groan went up from her supporters as they…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 We had talked about what you wanted for Valentine’s Day, I just doubt you ever thought we would do it. And usually when we talked about these things you were on your belly with your fingers working busily on your hard clit. I left you on the bed after work (who would plan Valentine’s Day on a workday?), face down, with the covers pulled over you. Peaking out from under the blanket are three ropes, two attaching your feet to the corners of the footboard, and one pulling your left hand towards the headboard. I left your right hand free to wander, trusting that you won’t pull the blindfold off. I kiss you on the cheek, and whisper that I’ll be right back. You pass your free hand up to my lips so I can taste how…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Alicia stood in front of the full-length mirror, with the late afternoon sunlight from the nearby window falling on her. She began to take her clothes off slowly. Off came her gray tailored jacket, off the long gray skirt. She stood there in her cream satin lingerie, suspenders and silk stockings, and high-heeled shoes, her long blonde hair hanging down over her shoulders. She slid her fingers over the satin lingerie, feeling the warm, soft flesh through it, and then ran her hands down her silk-covered legs. She eased off her shoes, unhooked her suspenders and rolled down her stockings; unfastened her bra, and slowly pulled down her panties, stepping out of them. She stood there, naked, except for a gold chain with a small gold heart on it hanging around her neck. With her hands, she…