Justine had her thumb and forefinger wrapped around my cock and she peeled back my foreskin until her hot mouth was rhythmically slidding up and down ...he head of my dick. I moaned, completely out of control and slid my hand down Justine's back and under her jeans and knickers, to the top of her ass. At this point, my wife had shouted at Justine in reality. This time, I controlled her reaction. Instead of shouting, Claire walked into the room and sat down next to Kevin. The two of them watched. She is my dream girl but this is dream for me. She is my classmate which I met in the 1st week of my college here in USA. We met in the class. We exchanged our numbers and started chatting and calling. One fine day our topics changed to sex and we talked a lot about each others and we got a better idea about each of us. We had a lot of late night chats we used to exchange our pictures these went on for a couple of days and later we are very close to each other’s.We used to share our nude. More

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