Four sets of lips find my face. I hold them there until I can no longer get air to enter my lungs. They roll off of me leaving Sara behind. We both ga...ped for air. When are breathing is again normal, the room once again breaks out into laughter. Unlike before I resist the urge to tickle my beautiful wives.Sometime later we finally decide it’s time to sleep. I take a cold shower alone. Entering my bedroom I find Sara and Little Bobby waiting for me in my bed. Confused I asked. “I thought we were. ?Ouch,? she cried as he touched the whipped flesh, though he was onlyholding her gently for examination purposes. ?Learning your lesson?? Dawsonasked. ?Yes, I'm learning. But I don't understand what I can do to stop thispain.? ?Nothing really, not until you've learned your lesson.? ?Please ? there has to be something I can do. I'm really sorry andI do want to repent but please - the pain is unbearable on my breasts. Ifyou whip my sex I'll probably die ? can't you think of something else I. Aunty boli jaldi kero beta akla hai mana koi baat nahi aunty baki sab ghar ma ker lena mana kaha theak hai hum dono jaldi car ke pass poocha sahil bola bhoot der laga de mana kaha yaar rain bhoot joor se ho rahi hai hai hum na ak jaga tea le or ghar ke liya chal pada.Mera ghar ma bhe koi nahi tha mummy papa bhar gaya do in ke liya mana aunty ko ishera kiya aunty na phone ka ishera kiya ma apna ghar or aunty apna ghar aunty 10:00 muja phone kiya baki ka kam kal kernga mana kaha koi baat nahi. I quickly notice, she is smart indeed, as she is autistic. She rarely looks into my face during our talks. Her eyes dwell often in the same direction as mine do sometimes, for the nice young yummies like her, who pass by our terrace, around the corner from our street. Alessandra blushes, but does not deny my suggestion she is only interested in girls like her. Her face gets more red the moment I suggest she is warm and wanton, but lacks any actual experience. She confirms that her first crush.