Dazi, I know you are standing there in my ragged old t-shirt, smiling and shaking your head. I wish I were there to help you run the water and light t...e candles, but since I can’t be I want you to pretend that for the rest of the day your hands are mine. I want you to relax, I want you to dream of me all day…all weekend, so that when I get home Sunday evening we can pretend that I never left. Take a long soak, forget about the chores and just have a non-stressful day you deserve it. When you. Finally, I broke it off and left the party. After undressing, I looked in the mirror. My tits had handprints and bruises all over them. I closed my eyes and thought of those large hands. My hand found my pussy and instantly I came standing up squirting a puddle onto the floor. Wow, I didn’t know I could do that!The next morning I still felt turned on. I tried riding my pillow and letting my tits slap against each other. I got a pretty good rhythm going. The slap, slap slap felt great. However,. When the steak was done I started slicing it. “Sam, I have a California Cabernet Sauvignon in the bag. Please find some glasses for us.” He did his best imitation of a high brow sommelier.There was no sexy talk at dinner. Sam shared how his friends shared their sympathy. Awkwardly. But they at least tried.“I’ll wash, you dry. And I don’t want to get this nice apron wet. Do you mind if I take it off?”He answered with a smile. Taking his shirt off he said, “No reason this should get wet. Maine uske saare kapde ek ek karke utaar liye saali gori gori jaise koi jalpari thi,beech beech mein woh bolne lagi ummm kyaaaa kar rahhheee ho….Maine sidjhe apna jibh uske mu me gusedaa aur chusne lagaa kitne saal ke baad mujhe mauka mila tha kaise chdota uske buffs ko roti ki aate ki taraha maslata gaya phir usse bhi chusaa thoda thoda safed dudh bhi nikal raha tha usse khup chusaa.Phir maine apna pura kapda utaara aur nangaa hua .Mmera lund 9inch khadaa hua maine apna lund uske dono buffs ke.