You have such a nice cock. I lick your thick shaft,starting from your balls. I don't you my hands on a cock cuz its so disrespectful to your mast...r cock. You grab the base of your cock and point the your cock head at my wet lips and I wrap my lips around your cock head swirling my tongue around him as you plunge your meat down my hungry throat.I swallow hard as a tear rolls out of my eye.Your just setting the stage I know. Your cock is big and hungry and I might have met my. Fuck me ah aahh.He fucked mom and both hugged each other. Now my mom was teasing him by biting his hair on his chest. Phone call came to Arjun. He was shocked; it’s his wife. He talked and kept his mobile on table. He warned mom that his wife is coming here. They dressed fast and Arjun opened the door. Arjun wife didn’t come. Arjun gave mom some money and a necklace. Mom returned a kiss to him. I went from there to my house.Finally festival days came. We wore good dress. My mom forced sister to. Was, an accountant.Being dead is something I still have to get used to. It's playing havoc with my tenses. You try talking about yourself in the past tense or even the passed over, as in, no longer in the present or of this world.Anyway, I was an accountant with only the one client. Don Pellotti was head of a small family who all seemed to have nicknames with the exception of Juliette, who didn't seem to warrant one. Mine was "Numbers", or "Numbnuts", depending on who was talking about me. Not. Im told to lie still and not move as he begins to rub my clit over my thong. He pushes my legs open wide as he continues to fondle me. When Im on the edge of an orgasm he stops and walks away leaving me lying there in anticipation. When he returns he places a blindfold over my eyes, then removes my thong places it in my mouth and uses a bandana to tie it in place. He then lays me sideways in bed and ties my arms and legs to the posts of the bed, so Im laying spread eagle. I can feel him.