I have an appointment.”Keying my name into her computer, the receptionist replies, “Yes Ms. Carpenter, I see you here. I’ll let Dr. Langbrook kn...w you’ve arrived for your appointment. Please, have a seat, and he’ll come for you shortly.”“Thank you,” I reply and take a seat.The wait. I’ve always hated the wait. As I mark my time, the anticipation grows, and so does the feeling in my groins. The juices of my sex are seeping into my panties. I cross my legs trying, unsuccessfully I might add, to. Mere saamne wo cheez thi jiski chahat har jawan ladke ko hoti hai yaani ‘choot. Wah kya clean shaved ‘choot” thi uski aur kya mast smell aa rahi thi usme se. Maine usse poocha ke teri ”choot” par bal kyun nahi hai to usne kaha ki mujhe apni ”choot” par baal pasand nahi hai isiliye main apni ”choot” shave karti rehti hoon. Main dekhta hi reh gaya kyunki maine bhi aaj tak sirf blue films me hi ”choot” dekhi thi.Uske baad usne meri bhi t-shirt aur jeans utar di. Sirf underwear me mera ”lund” bahar. What is to me ironic is that I have never heard Stephen King accused of being demonic even though he has written stories showing excellent knowledge on that subject. Nor have I heard of Agatha Christie accused of being a murderer, although she certainly must spend a lot of time researching and writing about some of the most unusual murders. That follows in almost every sort of fictional literature except sexual fiction. For some reason if you write about child and adult sex, you must be a. "We'll have to teach you not to suck so hard, though. You must learn to be gentler." Take off your clothes," Ricky said. "I wanna fuck you." It looks like you do." Alice eased Ricky's briefs down, nearly getting banged in the nose as his uncut young cock escaped his underwear and snapped up hard. She pulled his briefs down his legs and let him step out of them.He hooked his fingers under the neck of her robe and pulled until she'd allowed her arms to slip out and the robe to fall down to her.