Oh, once I lived the ‘good life’. My late husband Harry Rosenberg was a successful Manhattan tailor. We’d had a good 15 years together until he ...ied of cancer. It took him quickly, for which I was thankful. I loved him and did not want to see him suffer. But now that Harry was gone, I was on my own. Thankfully, he’d left me the Winnebago we’d taken on our yearly trips to the Catskills and enough money from his well-managed mutual funds and life insurance to allow me some security. For a few. I had another especially powerful shuddering orgasm as the appendage pressed past the suspensory muscle of the duodenum into my jejunum. I could feel my entire body thoroughly as the appendage opened it, even though I knew full well I had no nerves consciously available to me to feel this. Then it was down and over and up and down, like walking a long winding road of ever increasing orgasms as more and more of my insides were slickly and hotly rubbed and pressurized wide open.There was a long. Neither one knew what they were doing but both knew it was what they needed. This was the advantage Hardy was looking for. If he could please the general there was no way he could be washed out.Hardy slowly slid the towel off his other knee. As his own cock started to rise and become hard he stood and faced the general. “Daddy is there anything you need?” He stepped forward and reached out his hand which the general took. “Come sit a little closer and talk to me.” The dean said.Hardy sat next. Ennaku miga pidithu irunthathu aval en thalaiyil kaiyai vaithu mulaiyil azhuthiyathu.Pinbu velaikaari en sunniyil kai vaithu thadavi athai veliyil eduthu adika aarambithaal, haaaaaaaaaaa sunniyil sirithu vinthu munbe sugam thaangaamal kasinthu irunthathu pinbu athai kutha vaithu amarnthu sunniyai vaaiyil vaithu umba aarambithaal. Naan sorgathil mithapathu pondru unarnthen.Velaikaari niraiya sunniyai sappi umbi pazhkam endru ninaikiren aval sugam thalaiku sikiram eerum padi sappi urinthaal..