Mebi kiss karne laga or use baho me bhar liya.10 minit kiss karne ke bad vo utargai or juk kar meri pent ki zip khol kar mere lund nikala.mera lund ta... gaya tha. Vo juk ke mera lund chatne or chumne lagi.karib 20 minit tak lund chusne ke bad vo khadi hui or gayab hogai lekin me heran nahi huva . Vo phirse aagai or isbar vo puri nangi thi. Kya uske boobs the.meto dekhakar pagal ho gaya.vo mere godme beth gai or vo mujhe kiss karne lagi or me uske nange boobs dabane laga.tho9di der bad vo uthi or. ”He looked around to see if anybody was driving by. By now his hormones had taken over and he was firming up without stroking. His cock got longer and thicker, a grower. I put one end of the tape measure in his groin and pulled it out past his knob. The tape indicated nine inches in length. “Wow!”It was a little tricky measuring his girth with the metal tape but the readings I got indicated at least six inches around.“I never saw a nine by six before!”He blushed and his face got beat red. I found the usual pile of mail that Christie set aside on the dining room table and sorted through it. Three-quarters junk mail and one quarter bills. The only exception was a plain manila 5 X 8 envelope with my name and address, but no return address. I stuck my finger in it and ripped it open. A single piece of paper and what turned out to be a memory card were inside.I opened the folded page to a typed message.What you see is the truth. The camera doesn't lie. Too bad Diane couldn't accept. Josie had always instinctively known when something wasn't right with me, she could read me like a book when I was trying to keep something from her. Consequently, this time she was clearly suspicious about why I was refusing to go to the sick bay. She didn't push it though. Deep down I think she knew I would tell her when I felt the time was right.Over the next few days I was moody and irritable with almost everyone, not my usual self at all. I was so scared of my ex-wife seeing me that I.