I couldn't believe I was having these dirty, taboo thoughts about my own son. The more I had these thoughts the easier it became to embrace my lust fo... him. I loved my husband but there was just something so erotic, something so purely sexual about what my son and I did as well as what we were doing that awoke such primal urges in me. Now I found myself practically giving my son a hand job through his underwear, he had a large pre cum wet spot on his underwear; an approval of what I was doing. Fir aunty mere paas aayi aur puchi kuch khaoge ya pioge tho maine na kar diya tho unhone bola dudh hai pi lo fir so jaungi mai dudh leke aayi aur mere paas hi bait gayi mere tho hosh hi ud gaye woh ekdum merese karibBaiti thi fir mai dudh pi raha tho unhone pucha tune dophar me aisa kyu kiya? kya mai tumhe achchi lagthi hu? mai unke taraf dekhne laga aur kuch na bol paya aur meri halat karab ho rahi thi aunty yeh kya puch rahi haiKarke fir maine thoda himmat banake bola aunty aap ho hi achchi. We continued talking about our different sexual experiences and desires and then without warning she reached over and started to rub my cock through my jeans and then unzipped my pants and took out my cock. Gently sliding the head of cock through the opening in my jeans, Lisa slid it between her lips and with one motion had buried it in her hungry mouth. I was in bliss, my cock was buried in her mouth and then with my left hand controlling the SUV I slid my right hand down to her skirt. . During the first two weeks of the season, I deliberately hit everything to left field. I'd pull ground-rule doubles down the foul line, bouncing them into the stands after they landed, barely fair, behind third base. I'd whip ground singles between third and short. Everything I hit was "pulled" -- if anything I hit could really be called a pull hit.Word quickly got around the league and, just as I expected, soon they were doing infield "shifts" on me. Boston stationed its left fielder in close,.