I say I’m fine, I know where I am going and what I am looking for. I lead my boy down the stairs and both his eyes and cock pop out with the excite...ent. Around us is a den of wall to wall bras, stockings, knickers (French, g-strings, crotchless, lacy, latex), corsets, babydolls and at the bottom some costumes (police girl, slut, maid, school girl). He pulls me close and whispers that I know all the good places and pulls my hand to his cock where I feel it bulging. I went round the shop,. To mene kha bhabhi me bahr car me apka wait kr rha hu tum jaldi se a jao…hum hotel me chalte he….to bhabhi boli k lakin me kaise au bhar koi dekh lega to….me bola koi bahana bna kr a jao…to bhabhi boli acha thodi der me moka dekh kr ati hu….Phir thodi der bad bhabhi ka call.aya ki abhay car ka gate khula rakho me a rhi hu….mene gate khol diya thodi der bad bhabhi a gae or car me baith gyi….Or boli tum na ek din marwaoge..or boli chalo ab jaldi koi dekh lega….To me has diya or gadi chalane lga. She laughed.“Don’t worry,” she said tapping the side of her head in invitation.Kal glanced into her mind and saw that she had been in a state of orgasm or near orgasm ever since he first pushed into her. He and Ikuno had learned early on that while being connected to someone else’s mind as he made love to them sounded romantic and wonderful, the reality was a feedback loop that gained in strength until he or the woman he was with fell unconscious. Later he discovered that there was a way he. I’m not rushing this climax either, I’m savouring it, making it last, extending it as far as it will go. Edging. Although the edging on this bench is biting a little into my back, not that I’m against pain in any way shape or form. Right now, I’m allowing my orgasm the freedom that it needs to grow.Just like Father Patrick’s cock will grow should it present itself to my gaze? My imagination runs wild, images of what he would do to me bombard my senses. I find myself on all fours, on my knees,.