They went to the stage and got an award. Everybody requested a romantic dance from them.My wife and son did as they were told, and within a minute all...the people started to dance with their partners. Here my wife was dancing with her virile son. While dancing, she asked my son, “Is that you who was always chatted with me?” My son said, “Yes.”She again asked, “Did you know that it’s me?” My son said, “No mother, I didn’t know it’s you. If it was you I would never do that.” For that my wife. As I worked I could feel the tension grow in the back of my neck, and a band tightening painfully around my head, and I knew that an attack was coming. I worked on, trying to get the paperwork for the proposal finished whilst I was still capable, but at mid-morning, the chief clerk came over to my desk, looked at me carefully, and said: ‘You had better go home Cowell, for all the good it would do for you to remain here. I’d better send the boy out to hail a cab for you.’ He was right. Whilst. Boobs ko chuste hue,nipple ko apne mouth pe bharte hue kuch aisa ehsash sa ho ra tha jaise Katrina kaif k Nipples ko chush ra hu. Chudne k liye wo or chodne k liye mai bilkul hi tyar tha. Jeans utara.panty k upar se hi jab apne tongue ko lagaya uske choot se pani ki dhar bhahne lagi.choot ke pani ka smell bhut hi mast hota hai or usko pine ka maza hi kuch or hota hai (har kisi ko ek baar jrur try karni chahye).Panty ko fadte hue mai uske choot ka amrit ras chusne laga.uski shiskiyo ki awaj. “Lift up, bridge...”I bit at my bottom lip and lifted my hips. I could feel my slacks and panties move down my belly, down my hips.I settled back onto the bed, lifted my legs in that pre-sex ballet so many of you have danced, and with my eyes still closed could feel him sliding slacks and panties down my legs, then off.I was nude.“Beautiful,” he said.I was feeling like a woman again, ready to submit to his will, to his mouth and tongue and cock.“I’m going to eat you with my eyes, and then”...I.