Wah kya khusbu thi unki gaand ki.Mujhpe to jaise bag piper ki daru ka nash sa chane laga.Mami ne mere muh par 2 baar paad mare.Main to nidhal ho gaya....ir mami boli chal mere lal chal meri gaand ko chat chat kar saf karde khinchle apne hoto se meri gaand ke bal.Aaja dikha apni juban ki takat meri gaand par harami sale bhosadi ke keede tujhse bada koi dusra matharchod nahi hoga koi sale gaand ke bal.Mami ki esi ras bhari bate sun kar mera to loda khada ho gaya.Maine bhi aao dekha na taao puri. Releasing me for just a moment, his hands make quick work of the fastenings of his trousers which fall to his feet as I drop, on shaking legs, to my knees."May I?" I reach forward toward the waistband of his underwear, looking up into his green gaze, the colour of emeralds. He nods shortly, his fingers gently tangling in the waves of my hair.He's a man assured of his masculinity as I unveil his length, already rigid, the tip of him thick and glistening just slightly. My hand encircles him. 00 in clothes, which were morebags than we could carry out to the car in one trip! Funny thing, theywere all female...and most of them for me!The door closed and locked behind us; time for the confidence check thatthis was really happening. My appearance could not be better, especiallysince the changes that Dianne performed to my face while being "tied up"earlier in the day. Actually, tonight was going to be much easier thanexplaining my dramatic brows to those I know and work with after. I backed off a little to breath, and took a couple squirts in my mouth, that I could swallow easily. But kept sucking and tongue until he started going soft, Then pulled my head awayI sat back on my heels, breathing deeply, a little disoriented, running my tongue around my mouth tasting his cumHe cupped my face in one callused hand, Hmm didn't spill a drop. We're gonna keep you is my vote. And walked away. I sat on the toilet and jacked my hardon offI struggled to my feet and watched as he told.