Or fir usne pehle meri t shirt or fir meri jeans utar di. Mujhe red bra or panty main dekh ker wo to pagal ho gya tha.Or kutton ki trha mujh per toot ...ara mujhe chumne laga chatne laga.meri bra or panty bhi utar di.or mere boobs chusne laga. maine aaj tak apne boobs bahut kam chuswaye hain isi liye itni chudaiyo ke baad bhi abhi tak wo sakht hain.Maine uska muh niche kerke use ishara kiya ki meri choot chate. wo niche gya or kafi deeply meri choot chatne laga,maine tange utha kar apni gand ka. "Well if his dad looks like him, I probably wouldn't want to kill him." Then, both of them broke out laughing again. Donna's dad looked over at them and shook his head. They just kept whispering together. I finally waved at Donna and started for the door. Donna stopped talking with her mother long enough to walk me out to the car."Don't be mad, Jimmy, I had to tell her, it was funny. She won't say anything to anybody about it." I'm not mad. It is just a little embarrassing to have a father who. With trembling hands, I reached into his fly and grasped his organ. My first touch of another man’s penis was all it took to open my eyes to my sexual preference. My sexual ignorance may have made a disaster of my wedding night but with the mayor, I knew what I wanted and that was to feel this man inside my mouth. The manly aroma from his groin and his slightly salty taste was driving me to a fever pitch but what I wanted was a taste of his sperm. When he came I was ready and as I felt his. .. anymore." I grinned at Mom."It was when we were riding to her house after I was done last week," I said. "She is really fast on her bike. She said she didn't have to outrun the dog, she just had to outrun me." That joke is older than I am," Mom laughed. "She is such a nice girl. You are taking it slow, aren't you, Brian?" Slow? What... ? Oh crap!"Mom, I like Rhonda a whole lot. And I like the fact that she's my girlfriend and we do lots of fun stuff together. But really, Mom. We just play..