He'd almost come. But, I'd thwarted it, at least for the moment! I definitely wanted him to come! I definitely wanted every drop of his cum! I wanted ...im to leave wanting to return!! That was why I was determined to give him such a memorable blow job! When he left, he'd remember me for days, weeks, even! Perhaps months!! I smiled at that. He'd go home to his wife, and their life (however it was) would resume as if nothing had happened, but---he and I'd both know what had occurred together,. Amar ab is umrame muze kon pategi mai aab 47 ka hun aur dikhane me kala aur takla hun. Anil Papa mere dost ki mom hai aap kahe to mai baat chalau. Amar- lekin tere dost usake papa kuch nahi kahenge unhe pata chala to aur ohh bhi kyu taiyar hogi. Anil ne papa ko Chandana ki foto dikhayee oh taswir me chanadana ne nili saree pehanithi uska gora pet aur pet par nabhi dikhai de rahi thi. Chandana ko dekhake amar ki wicket hi gayee. Amar bola beta itani khubsurat aurat muzse chudwayegi/ kya tum. I followed the two of them up the stairs and when we got to the top, we all turned to the left where the doors to both my bedroom and Jen's bedroom were located. Both girls passed by my door, but when I got there I turned to it and started opening it up, resigning myself that the fantasy was over."Where are you going?" Jen asked, "come into my room, my bed's nicer than yours."What? Did I hear that right? In my drunken stupor I had a bit of a delay in processing that I had just been invited to a. ”“Do you remember when we were painting and when the pizza came you told me to not hog the breadsticks?”“Yup, I do remember.”“Do you also remember calling me 'My Sir'?”“I do.”“I know you were teasing me but I want you to know what that means to me.”“Okay.”“When you called me Sir, especially My Sir, that tells me you are willing to subject yourself to me. To submit to me.”“And I did. Mmmmm, over the sink then in the bed and again in the shower.” She giggled a little at the memory.“Yes, you did..