Plz shanni baata na apni baar to pochti ho or ab nahkraydidi boli … acha baba haan bara tha or motta be tha kutta jab ragrata tha to jaan nekal jati...thi ..kise donky ka bachafriend boli … oh my god really shanni itna bara tha tujay to maza a gaya ho ga na such baata aya tha na ?didi … haan or dar be lag raha tha koi dhakta na ho aik or baat be hai wo nahi batani tumhayfriend .. plz plz baata na plz mare jaan nahi kiya os nay andar to nahi thok diya ? apnay bhai ko mammu to nahi bana rahi ho. " Be my guest." The voice said.I looked at the hard shaft in front of my eyes. it was over 8 inches long, and I could only just get my fingers around it. The head was big and red and felt very hot. I stuck my tongue out and licked the length of the shaft, from his balls to his cum slit, then placed my mouth over the top. I clamped my lips tightly around the head and sucked hard as I slid my mouth down this massive cock. My aim was to get as much of it into my throat as possible, and I did a. She could feel her cunt pulsing, demanding more attention but Cindy realized that if she kept going she was sure to make enough noise to wake up the rest of the house. She needed something to cover the sound of her pleasure, after all she couldn't hold her lips together forever, and one orgasm just wasn't going to do it for her this morning.As Cindy was trying to decide what to do she heard a door shut and realized it had to be Dave leaving for school since he'd mentioned the night before that. .I for some reason, had to hear it.I felt a kind of cold and hot current pouring through me, with thepotential of great agony and pain, aloneness, fear, isolation andhate...and I would do anything not to have that pressure increase insideof me....anything."Oh sweet, tender, pretty baby, there's no place to run to anymore."The voice was very personal, intimately familiar and fatherly. Eachword was clear, calm, real and extremely authoritative."I know where you are, who you are, why you are,.