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And finally he flooded over her breasts, literally blanketing them with a thick seminal layer. Thereafter, he massaged her semen-smeared breasts until the seminal wetness was dried down in her breast-skin.After a little rest, he resumed copulation with her, with a fresh vigour. I was taken aback by his stamina. He filled her once again, and then he dressed up to hop off. I gave him a sum of Rs 2000/- and invited him to come next evening also for this same purpose.Played out, Sudeshna kept lying idly on the ground. I saw excess semen dripping out from her vaginal orifice. She smiled and thanked me for this exotic and unique experience.That night I first time made coital lovemaking with her. Next evening (20th April 2009) the same massage-fun with that same Muslim guy was repeated, and this time he filled her thrice and when he left our room it was already 10.30 at night.Next day (21st) he came in the day, and this time with another guy who was much younger, and he was his assistant.. "You can buy one. Just want a little something for a dessert." You got it, brother," Tootie said. "An' now I got something to look forward to at that fais-do-do." Yeah," I laughed. "Bye!" Bye, Tootie," Cindy said, and then closed the phone.She smiled at me. "Looks like we got ourselves another event, honey!" and she pushed popcorn into my mouth.Dinner the next day was just fun. We talked, ate then retired to the den and Tootie and Mike and I got Cindy up to speed on the two dances necessary for survival at a fais do-do."Remember, baby," Tootie said. "It's not complicated. These are made to be done by drunk Cajuns." And she showed my Cindy how to do the two-step and the waltz, at least the rudimentary versions we grew up with.Tootie and Mike left us and we shut the house down before heading to the shower together. The hot water and soft hands worked wonders easing the stress out of me. Stress? Not really. And if there was any stress, soft loving with Cindy would've driven it from my.
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