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He didn't grab her head and force himself deeper; she knew what he liked and did it all herself. She sucked Scandal on the top half and then went deeper all on her own, and he came right down her throat. There wasn't really any need for her to swallow until he pulled it back and let the last little bit dribble out onto her tongue. He encouraged her to move back up in the indian bed and kissed her forehead. “What do you want me to do?” she asked, returning his smile. “I promise; I'll do anything you want!” “I want you to invite Connie to spend the night tonight,” he said, smiling a little more broadly. “She's going to like sucking on me, too. You know she will.” This is the next submission in an ongoing story. For author's notes and disclaimers and to be fully up to speed, please read the previous first. Readers be aware that this material contains lifestyles and sexual acts that may be a turn on for some may also be offensive others. I am my own editor so please forgive me for any typos. Part 15 Fall approached and the weather began cooling. The previous tenant had chopped wood and we had a stack on the front entrance and another out back. The landlord wanted it used to prevent termites so we burned it in a wood stove saving on the utility bill. On Saturdays, we started a ritual of reading one of Roxy's old magazines before throwing it into the burning stove for disposal. We would light the wood stove which in fall weather would heat the house to the point of needing to open the windows; however, instead of opening windows, we would strip naked, read the magazines, and have sex to articles or solicitations that turned one or both of us on. With me, it was fairly obvious with a boner so Mms I usually led the way. Becca really didn't have a focal that turned her on but for me it was women writing about their dirty desi experiences or desires. Becca knew that and played along often reading or having me read them out loud. If I read out loud, she would suck me as I read until I popped a load. I would then Bhabhi ask if she wanted her ass fucked or something else dirty. Her answer was always no as she had me fuck her pussy good instead. This became very routine but, if routine is getting a blowjob then fucking a beautiful woman, so be it. I knew she was doing all of this mostly for my benefit but always thanked her with a deep kiss and saying “I love you”. I was really in love with her. More than Jen?, probably not but I knew Jen needed a woman more than she needed me and I needed Becca and, hopefully, she needed me just as much. Roxy had several of those old magazines but after a few weeks, the stash was getting low. I asked Becca “so what after these are gone?”. She replied “we'll get some more”. I asked “of these?”. They chuckled to themselves, some eyeing the bit of my broad chest exposed by the robe. Are you feeling cold?" I ached to. I felt amazing, buzzing from the enthusiasm of her licking. Figures appeared on the porch. It was Mms a bit awkward and they each needed to slide indian a foot between my legs to move their hips in close. God, I've never been deep throated before. With her advances in abilities that I was a ringside seat observer of, I was definitely all for that. Kora had made progress on her statue. She said desi that she would really like to fuck And just to twist the knife even more, Jolie came home from work the next weekend and introduced you Bhabhi to Dirk...aka Dracula, her childhood crush who had moved back to town. My hands were caressing her body. I sucked and bobbed my mouth. Oh, yes, yes!” It was such an enjoyable experience. I followed, with my face burning in shame. I’m so sorry! Then you pull me Scandal in for one last kiss, so we may properly share everything we have just experienced. “Marriage,” I suggested, “If we suit.” I went in that day and met the officer who was a bit wary at first, but seemed to be a lot friendlier when he put all of the pieces together. Jessica is seen slowly and quietly walking down the hall. "But you sure as hell can't do anything with that weak thing. So many questions, and so much to know. “Fuck,” I said aloud, “I’m a goddamn rapist…”