Velvet vests, skirts of lawn and silken trousers were rapidly flung to the floor. Then her head sank on my shoulder, the gathered sperm of months gushed from my crest so profusely that I seemed completely transferred with waves of rapture into the beautiful Indian girl. Mature sex After bathing I redressed, and, reclining in the boat, fell asleep. As they did so, with hardly any aid on our part, my diminished shaft was drawn out of Maya and, with it, some of my tributary sperm, which splashed on the floor. Was I not myself dreaming, or had I in truth been suddenly transported amid the houses of the seventh heaven?
