God I can remember him and his friend, god I forgotten his name, how could I forget someone's name who had fucked me. The three of us got high one nig...t and ended up in bed together and they took turns between my spread legs and fucked my brains out. What was his name?My husband came home very tired but I was up for some bedroom action. I could tell that he rather go to sleep but this time I insisted. While he pumped into me I re-lived that night with Jonathan and his un-named friend and I had. . !" No, I'm not Prototype Ten. Since I have no prototype number, you'll just have to call me Sam. That's what my parents call me, anyway."His mind still befuddled, the Golindan stammered, "Y-your parents?" Um-hm. Prototype Nine's my mom, Prototype Ten's my dad, and I can tell you man, adolescence sucks when your parents know everything you do and think!" The young man shook his head, smiling. "I have to admit, though, they only butt in on the important stuff, so they're pretty cool that way.. I was shivering a lot & she was not able to look into my eyes.Days went I teaching my friends as usual & One fine day Me & Mamta again were alone on the computer room, I grabbed a chance & inserted a disc in the similar manner this time I offered here the headphone & she wears it her own & I unbuttoned her first too buttons of her green leafy designed shirt & what I saw was a black lacy bra & I was squeezing her boobs over her bra & she moans uuummmm meet nahiiii, please koi dekhega, uum, aaaah. She stroked my penis hard and giggled. Ok master she replied, Make it wet before you start playing with it I said. She licked all my face, moved to my neck, licking my nipples, to my navel now and finally she was on her knees and her lips touched my dick. I moved back to sit on the edge on the bed and motioned her to come. She crawled towards me giggling I asked to spit on it to make it wet. She did and played with it for sometime wid her fingers while I didn’t stop praising her curves, her.