Karen had gone to a lesbian bar.Every hot-tongued dyke in the place had looked at this ravishing beauty with open desire. Karen really was a mouth-wat...ring sight. The place was a rough sort of joint, with a wooden bar and a brass rail. Karen had stood with one foot on the rail in a mannish pose--but there was nothing masculine about the expanse of creamy white thigh that her posture revealed. The barmaid, a brawny woman with tattoos on her forearms and a blonde crewcut, had stared at Karen's. Here i tell about my organ it was about 5” in length and very slender one, little larger than a thumb now she started eating it while pumping it with her small hand.after few strokes i started enjoying the blissful act. She continued with new vigour and must have sucked at least five minutes, now her mouth must be aching she took it out and said bhayya nothing is coming out, please help me my mouth is aching and i don’t want to leave without compleating it. So she was determined to do it. I. I give you my magic potion once again. Touch it, taste it and feel it. Touch yourself once again. You know how to feel the sensation all over your body. Can you feel the sense of urgency in my voice? That is because we are not promised tomorrow, we have to do it today, yet love endures forever. Everything flows out and in; everything has its tides; all things rise and fall. Yes, our love endures forever. Come closer. Come closer to me. Hear my breath as I breathe sweet nothings into your ear.. But knocking a few holes in the wall would satisfy me.Mum and Dad never physically or sexually abused me when I was young, but that doesn't mean they were good parents. Up to the age of sixteen, I was never allowed to sleepover at friends' houses. My parents, and especially my dad, didn't want me going out of the house. He told me to stay home because that's what good boys do. He didn't let me participate in extra-curricula activities at school either. I wasn't allowed to take private lessons.