With generational disgust she shuffled off downstairs to greet Gerald who would have to be satisfied with the senior edition of the family line this t...me around. She was certain Rose would pose no competition because the man was easily old enough to be her father. Fiona smiled thinking that was quite amusing since she was old enough to be the poor man's mother.Gerald was standing shivering in the blast of cold air whipping in from the north and kept his hands in his pockets like some illiterate. Par mera lund dheere dheere khda hone laga.me baar use pakd kar betane ki kossis karta.tabhi meri mummy ne muse aisa karte huye dekh liya.kuch der k baad mummychai bane gyi to unhone muse bulya.me unke pas gya,tab unhone kaha “beta,cheeni ka dibaa uper hai tu utaar dega” mene kaha ha ku nahi. par dibaa kaafi uper tah mera haath bhi nahi pahucha.tab unhone kah ki ek kaam kar tu muse utha le me utaar dungi. me kaha theek hai.tab me mummy ke peeche jaakr khad ho gya.aur unki kar ko pakd liya.mera. And now what was before, a torture filled day at school, had now become that all of the bullying didn't matter anymore. I lived a very happy c***dhood after that, with only 2 rules to adhere to. One I had to keep it a secret. OK! Two was I had to keep my grade point level to 3.5 or higher. OK! On a typical school-day I would come home mama and dad would get home from work. Mama would cook dinner, and while dinner was cooking we would all three sit at the kitchen table, and talk about the day’s. It really did feel like it was in his belly. But he knew that it would go deeper, that this cock had more length to it. Mmm, so sweet and tight. But thats only half way baby. The cock pressed against Alexs cervix. Dont worry my little flower. You will take all of it eventually. Just give it some time. The man pulled back and went for it again. Each time, he nudged a bit harder and bit further. Back and forth, like a child trying to reach the last piece of candy in the jar. Adjusting and trying.