Main behosh hone ka naatak karne laga tab mami ghabra kar mere paas aayi aur meri dhadkane apne kaan seene se laga kar sunne lagi usi pal ka bahaana b...na kar maine usno apni baahon me baandh liya aur apne seene se poori takat se bheech liya jaise hi wo chillane ko hui to maine apne hoth se unke hoth bhar liye aur choosne laga wo buri taraah se chatpata rahi thi mujhse chootne ki poori kosis kar rahi thi par main kahaan chodne waala tha maine apna haath unki nighty ke upar rakh diya aur unki. We did this as soon as you agreed to join this mission because your task is the most important of all. Your daughter inherited every bit of this additional capacity. You might go as far as to say she is almost a clone of you. Also, you will be alive to see the completion of your work if you have the desire to do so. I'm afraid that the changes we have wrought in you make that entirely possible. That doesn't mean you cannot die but age will not take you unless you desire it to do so. With your. I guess you could call us fuck buddies with conversations in between.It all started with straight foreplay and fucking - a LOT of foreplay - before things started to shift toward the wilder and wilder side of things. We both had a taste for debauchery and kink that we started to act upon.She was blowing me one afternoon as I lay on the edge of the bed when she moved down to suck and lick my balls. I groaned and moaned, lifted my hips to get more and started to squeeze and tweak my nipples to. .. You had probably thought me more prudish than that, but you rose to the task wonderfully and now I goad you almost as often as I think I can get away with it. You sit on the bed, telling me to come to you. I straddle you eagerly, smiling, even though you're fully clothed. "Turn around..." You muttered, eyes sweeping my form. "And wipe that grin off your face, before I do..." You pat me on the cheek, a little harder than we both know is needed, but I turn, and stop smiling, well almost. Your.