Spill, or do you want me to guide, or ask questions?" Err ... both I guess. Let me just start out, giving history, and then you can jump in where you ...hink it's appropriate." Ok, and to be clear, what are your aims here? What do you want to accomplish with this message to Ryan?" I need him to know what happened. I need him to know the progress we've made. I need him to know everything. Whatever decisions he makes over the long term, he needs to have all the facts, however nasty they may be. I. We get off the snowmobile almost as soon as it stops, and take off our helmets, tossing them into the garage. You pick me up in your arms, as I kiss your neck, laving my tongue over the throbbing pulse. You groan as you kick open the door. You carry me over the threshold, into the warmth of the cabin, and place my feet gently on the floor. Then you turn and slam the door. You turn and face me, and like a wild man, start ripping off my clothes. I hurriedly take the clothes off of you. We leave a. I was a normal guy with average personality, We were staying in quarters with each floor having 4 houses & we were on 1st floor, One day our neighbor got transferred and a new family came there. The husband was around 35 years old, His wife ( The main character of this story) was appx 28 years old with 2 children both studying in central school.They were from our Native place so she became very close to my parents and the lady used to spend most of her time with my mother. I came to know that. Cum spilled from my mouth down my chin. There was cum everywhere. It was on Jake’s cock, on my face, in my mouth, on my chest and stomach. I fought the urge to gag as best I could and looked up at Jake with my tear filled eyes. Again I was trying to swallow but it just didn’t seem to be working.“I’m sorry baby. I, I wanted that to be better for you,” I said with a gasp.Jake hunched over with his hands on his knees panting. He gave me a beautiful crooked smile. “Better? Holy fuck! If you.