Monet said sarcastically."I am feeling better, where are you?"Mrs. Monet said,"I am on my way home, in fact I am pulling into thedriveway now." No, yo... can't be!" said Carl, but then he heard the garage doors open."Why, what's the matter?" Mrs. Monet asked slyly.Carl was busted and she wouldn't get off the phone. "Nothing is wrong, Ijust meant you weren't gone long."Unfortunately for Carl the phone in the kitchen was not cordless and thedoor to the garage was in kitchen."Well, oksy, where are. To maine poucha ky kya kiya wo usne apne sack me hath daal kr kuch nikhala n wo kya tha dosto wo undergarments the pink sky blue black n muje dikhane lagi kaise he maine bola muje nhi samaj ata he isme to boli utarte waqt aache lagte he sirf mens logo ko toh maine kaha me haskr kahaFir bhi aise he dekh ne se kya samaj aayega to wo boli me pehnkar batati hun to me to shok ho gaya n mera lund to khada hone laga . N wo andar bhi chali gayi n 5 min ke baad muje awwaj aayi aandr aao mera to hosh udd. .. I could see it through ... give the boy the few minutes that he’d clearly paid Brad for.Because if I did bale out Brad now, I would certainly be extracting my pound of flesh from him in the course of time. And that felt the more attractive choice.They were both looking at me; waiting. I stared back at them with a distasteful look and slowly unbuttoned my blouse. It fell open; revealing the white bra beneath. I placed my feet apart and lent back against the alley-wall, waiting.Brad’s nervous. . am I gay? he seemed to struggle so I went ahead and helped him, unbuttoning my pants and letting it slide down to my ankles. I felt his hands grab a hold of my cock and balls as he started to stroke me, right away he slid me in his mouth and I could feel how warm and wet it was. Sucking my cock back and forth , at first I was limp in his mouth but after a few strokes, I became so hard. He sucked me so good as placed my hand on his head and watched him suck continue. "Does that feel good?" he.