Dass er genauso heiß war wie ich merkte ich an der kräftigen Beule in seiner Trainingshose. Ich ging sofort vor ihm auf die Knie und zog ihm seine H...se mit einem kräftigen Ruck herunter - sein harter Schwanz sprang wie von einer Sprungfeder angetrieben sofort ins Freie! Er war herrlich groß, stand ein wenig nach oben ab und sah so unglaublich geil aus. Dass er ihn blank rasieren würde hatte ich gehofft und so zögerte ich keine Sekunde bevor ich anfing seine Eichel zu lecken und wenig später den. I can only guess that since daddy and I really hadn’t spent any time together since I was like twelve, we had lost that father-daughter bond that most families share. We were living together, alone and when he looked at me, I don’t think he saw me as his little girl. He saw me for what I really was, a young woman who was just discovering her own sexuality. I don’t know if any of that’s true or if it’s just a bunch of psychobabble but that’s how I saw him anyway. Not the way a little girl looks. Everything was gold: the golden Baroque cities glistening under the glowing sun of August, and far away, the gently rising mountains of Theocritus directing our gaze to Homer's wine-dark sea. Now when I look back at myself at the age of fifteen, I recall only two pieces of literature that lent my monotonous school life a subtle romantic air: A la recherche du temps perdu by Marcel Proust and the Eclogues by Virgil. For a short time I was so fascinated by Eclogue II in which the handsome. Dr.bhavini : aaah aaahh aaahhh. Muje kuch ho raha hai…aaah aah mera nikalne wala hai..Wo muje dur karne ki koshis kar rahi thi par maine uski chut se apna munh nahi hataya wo mere munh me zad gayi. Kya mast taste tha uski chut ke ras ka.main use pura pi gaya.Dr.bhavini : sorry mujse control nahi hua. Tumhare munh me nikal gaya.Me: don’t say sorry. Itna mast juice muje kab pine ko milta.. agar tum meri biwi hoti to roj subah chay ki jagah ye juice ho pi leta.Ab maine usko ghuma diya aur uski.