“I don’t know, maybe. Karen wiggled her hips to help the process. Indian sex She said no, she was good, and I asked if Kelly wanted anything. Just us.”
Karen turned to face me and we kissed and our hands fondled our flesh. I’d already told her something I’d never told anyone. It was beautiful, its large, lush lips beckoning. She took my steel staff in her hand. “Excellent job,” she said, nodding her head. I’d flinch a little every now and then when the razor was close to my equipment. The room was a symphony of Karen’s humming, Kelly’s moans and my own grunts of elation. Then she rolled on top of me, lowered herself onto my upright organ and we made love for the first time. “Not a bad job at all, I’d say,” she said, looking it over. I put my mouth on one nipple and sucked and pinched the other, alternating back and forth. We had discussed it before that if it was offered she would accept it and we would move there together.
