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Part Two, One Little Indian Left

Hassan was bragging about the great American fuck he got and how he’d love to do it again someday. Denny looked at me and asked Hassan what’s wrong with now? Hassan questioned Denny and we both told Hassan he could fuck me if he wanted to. Just don’t tell BP you were really last.
Hassan was grinning as he shut the door and took off his clothes again. I asked Hassan what room he wanted to fuck me in and how he wanted to do it. He seemed confused about the how part. I bent over the overstuffed arm of the sofa and told Hassan to just stick it in my pussy and fuck me dog fashioned. Seriously, Hassan, a 65+ year old man didn’t know what dog fashioned was but he soon found out. We had to tell him to reach around and grab my tits for leverage so he could ram his prick in harder. He soon loved it that way.
Hassan must have lasted a good 10 minutes before he shot a load maybe bigger than his first time. When he finished I took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom where I laid down and spread wide again. I remember saying “take me Hassan. Fuck me good.” He played with my boobs and then finger fucked me, surprised at all of the cum he’d squirted in me.
When I saw his little prick growing I squeezed it and began shaking it. His cum was leaking out all over the bed and my legs. I asked Hassan if his cock was clean. He said he’d just washed it before coming to the motel. Without another word I decided this old guy needs to experience the full American woman’s lovemaking. I sat up and put at least half of it in my mouth and sucked and chewed on it. Remember his cock is not circumcised and less than 6” long fully hard. It wasn’t over 4”-5” then. I wasn’t bad tasting at all. In a very short time Hassan had a firmer erection than I’d seen the last time he fucked me. I told him to fuck me again and make it last this time.
We have no idea how long Hassan fucked me that last time but it was after 4PM when his cell phone rang in his pants in the front room. He checked it and had to leave. We reminded him this was our little secret. Don’t tell Bipen.