I fused my mouth with his, pressing my body against his. I love the feeling of his hard strength against my soft curves. We both know we need to stop ...ut neither of us can. As our tongues touch, he presses my back against the car, trying to touch any part of me he can, his hands clawing at my sweater. My nipples beg to be touched but I have on too many layers. He kisses my neck while I’m plastered to the car and I let a moan slip out. The thought of being late leaves my mind. I’m lost in the. What difference did Charlie make? No man could give her what she was getting from Ken.The boy kept her pussy on fire. He was always ready to fuck or suck or do anything she wanted.Sometimes she thought the constant sexual excitement was no good for her health. She discreetly asked her doctor about it, but he said it was probably good for her. He even hinted he wouldn't mind throwing her a fuck right there in the office. She said nothing to him about Ken, of course. She decided to turn the. Ki main ek number ka tharki hoon, jo unke boobs ki gehrayi ko door se naap rha hai.Charu mummy – Vishu ji, aapka dhyan khan hai, khan kho gye ?Main – Sorry mummy ji, main kuch soch rha tha.Charu mummy – Tum mujhe aunty keh skate ho toh mummy kyo ?Main – Nhi aunty mummy thik hai. Darsal main ghar me akela rehta hoon naa. Aur uper se aap meri mummy jesi ho toh isliye main aapko ab se mummy hi kehunga.Charu mummy – Wow tum toh kafi cute aur sharif ladke ho. Acha ab ye bato kya piyoge, thanda ya. Standing in front of the mirror I hardly recognized myself. If only I could close my mouth, oh how it ached. I looked at my tongue. It was almost twice its normal size. How would I ever eat? I decided I would pass on dinner this evening. I really wasn?t hungry anyway. At the base of the mirror were a small note and a safety razor. On it the note told me to shave myself completely, including my armpits, my arms, legs and especially around my penis. I held the razor in my hand pondering.