"Oh shit!" I mumbled with his cock in my mouth."You ain't shittin' honey," he said, "it's going the other way in that ass now."He eased his finger bac..., slid his index finger with his middle finger. "Oh, oooh, yeah," I breathed thickly mumbling again filled with his long, fat cock."Umnh huh," he agreed. "Talk to it. Talk on it." Fuckth," I gurgled, slimy pre-cum, saliva dripping from my mouth onto his cock and pubes."Yeah, more," he urged me, now with three fingers - middle, index and ring -. She walked over to the loveseat and sat down. Not having room for both of us, Bob sat next to her. I took the seat that was directly facing the loveseat and would allow me to see what was happening and stop it if it got out of hand.Bob put his hand on Christine’s knee, rubbing gently in circles.“Are you ok?” he asked and she whispered softly, “Yes” and looked over at me.“Do you mind if I kiss you?” Bob then asked.Christine looked over at me as if asking for permission. I just looked back at. Lekin pahli baar unhe dekhte hi meri niyat kharab ho gyi thi Q ki unka dressing sense aur figure itna jyada acha tha ki wo kisi model se kam nhi lagti thi.Dheerey Dheerey hum close hote gye u can say that we became friends. Wo mujh se frankly baatein krti thi mai hamesha unke jitna jyada paas rah sakta tha rhne ki koshish krta rahta tha. Kisi na Kisi bhane mai unke room me ata jata rhta tha unhe dekhne ke liye ya baat karne ke liye.Mujhe books aur novels padhne ka bhot shouk hai so mai. All I could think of was the exquisite timing of the photograph, not its content."Holy shit, Daddy, Mom took pictures of you naked? And masturbating?" I asked innocently — and curiously.Daddy took one look at the pictures and at her vibrator, the pink plastic showing signs of wear, and he began to cry uncontrollably."It's my fault, Dorothy, it's all my fault." That she used a vibrator?" I asked. When he didn't answer, I continued."It's not your fault that you have those awful hours. We knew it.