.ek din usne mujse pucha ki tumhari koi gf hai? Mene bola gf hoti to me tere sath thodi bat karta itni der tak wo boli thik hai…mene bhi usko pucha ...i tera koi bf hai wo boli dost Hi nahi tha yaha to bf kese hoga? Me bola thik hai aur man hi man socha ki chalo apna chance hai yara..Uska look average hai aur size uska 34-30-32 hai maal lagti hai figure se ek dam mast…fir ek din dophar me hum bat kar rahe the to mene flirt start kiya k u looks gorgeous n jise tum mil jao usko aur kuch nahi. I had never seen it and I wanted to see it. After marriage, though, I fulfilled my desires with my husband but he also left me.Now when I was a mother, I could see the little penis of my son. It’s a great piece of flesh. I always see it for many times as I knew that when he would be adult I couldn’t see it. I plucked it with my fingers and took it in my mouth at the time when my son was going to pee.His pee was very tasty in our religion pee drinking is not supposed to be a bad habit, many. Now here I stand, five years on and five years of sculpturing by my hormones, young breasts, soft and firm, incredibly sensitive nipples, flat tummy with girly firm six pack, a hint of curvature over my hips, and a bald pubis, the true organ of reproduction, swollen and wet erectile tissue, constantly secreting my naked desire for the male organ, and as I pulled my short dress over my head, I watched as the short hemline flowed over it, causing another spurt of warm secretions, moistening my. ? Write.? After a few momentsof staring at me trying to judge her options she started jotting down somenotes on the pad.? When she was finishedI unscrewed the plug from the center of the gag and screwed in one end of therubber tube.? The other end stayed on theside table near the gadget that looked like a mousetrap. I buckled a strapacross her forehead and around the headrest then pushed two soft rubber plugsin her nostrils so she was breathing through the tube and set the clock for 30seconds.