.. when the doubts and fears began to overwhelm me. Those prolonged masturbation sessions kept me safe and warm. But once the pleasure had drained awa... I was left with nothing but guilt and self-loathing. BUT thanks to YOU those days are gone!I was feeling so close to YOU. Our eyes were locked on each other as the girl in the mirror squeezed and stroked herself.I watched the whole thing! The moment of release, the final steps to the summit and then the climax. I knew YOUR eyes were watching. Wo papa se alag ho gaye. Phir unhone mere aur maa ki halchal puche aur bahut sare baat cheet hui kyunki mai free tha. Phir wo mujhe drinks offer kiya. Pehle mene mana kiya bad 2 peg mara. Phir hamari baat chit suru hui unko sayad nasha chadh gaya tha. Hamare bich sex topic mai baat hui phir kuch der bad ek baat bole jo mai sunke hiran reh gaya Uncle bole bete ek baat batau tum bura maat manana. Mai bola nhi uncle boliye hum abe frnds hai toh. Uncle bole jante ho thumari maa mere se bahut bar. Why should he give her the pleasure of his attentions? No woman ever cared for him!Jason taunted himself often with the fantasies of his tormented mind. Until he had found 'the dogs' and made them great, no one had known of him! He had been a lonely and much maligned gigolo, the handsome imported husband of a fat, rich and very ugly widow. She had been but the last of many such women who paid for his attention with the insurance premiums of hard-working husbands. Paid-for passion, that's what. She rushed to the kitchen and hurried back with a carrot in her hand. She stripped in a jiffy and was all ready to humour her love hole.The sudden ring of doorbell broke her trance. She growled upon the interruption thinking whoever it is would leave if she ignored. But, that didn’t happen and the doorbell rung again. Riya wasn’t ready to let off the carrot so she struggled herself to the door holding it between her legs.She peeped through the door hole and jumped with joy. In excitement she.