He then asked: “How far from town do you live?” I said about 10 minutes and he said: “Why don’t we go to your place then?” I agreed it was a...good idea as I don’t really enjoy drinking in bars anyway and would feel more comfortable in my own environment. So I headed off to my place.On arrival he asked what I had to drink and I said I could offer wine, beer, scotch and others. H e settled on a scotch on ice. So I poured a couple and we sat down to talk about the past years. Scotch followed scotch. “She really took a long time,” she smirked as she tried to get me in trouble. She had red marks all around her ass, tits, and pussy from the brush beating she had received.“It isn’t my fault. Mrs. Hannigan and Vicky Waxerman wasted my time asking me a bunch of questions,” I started to defend myself as I dashed my bare butt in the house once the door was open.Mrs. Hannigan cleared her throat. She was seated on the couch next to my mother, and the two were talking.“Oh Hi, Ma’am,” I waved. I move my hand from your hair and put it right between your breasts, and push your body into the bed, holding you still. Then you’d look down, you’d feel my pull out, and you’d see my hand on my shaft. I’d milk my cock slowly — I don’t want my cum to shoot out, for once I want it to ooze out. I would milk it so my cum rained down all over your blue girlcock.Then I would look down at your pretty face and tell you “Show me babygirl. Show me — if you could cum — show me where you would cum. . I did licked her ass bumps and cunt for half an hour or so and she said jaan bas kar and I moved up and slept on her ass and moved my dick on it. She smiled and I knew she loves it and I did it for some time and then we rolled and slept beside each other and she started playing with my dick and I asked her to lick it she did it for sometimes and I was on boss. I wanted to have that sweet pain called fuck. I asked for it but she refused and I again tried but she was not ready and the reason was.