No wonder she was so good at, well never mind. Indian sex It was like a freight train. What have I done?! “So, Carly, have you dumped that meathead boyfriend of yours yet?” I asked. My hand slid down between her legs and found she was still wet, but not from the shower. I climbed back up behind Carly the same way she had climbed up behind Haley. I guess it runs in the family. She squeezed a big glob of lube on the end and started rubbing that huge dildo over Haley’s pussy. “Hey Zaaaaaane, I didn’t know you were going to be here today,” she said, slow and sexy. She pulled herself up as close as she could to her sister, who was trying to object, and wrapped her arm around Haley’s tummy. Plus, with the present Julie and I had bought her for her birthday, a 12-inch-long, black, strap-on dildo. I climbed in, pulled her to me and pushed her up against the wall. As she turned and walked back towards the house, she reached down and peeled the tank top off, leaving her in just the sports bra and those tiny little shorts. Maybe you should give her a call” She replied. We had been sitting out by her pool for a little over an hour and she hadn’t stopped
