His expression told me he wasjust as uncomfortable with what he was telling me as I was hearing it."The custom of keeping bacch? pretty died out after...the First WorldWar," he continued, "but didn't completely disappear. In some tribalareas in Northern Afghanistan bacch? baazi, which means 'boy-play,' isstill practiced as a time honored tradition by powerful men and triballeaders." "Men such as Khalje's father," I stated softly.Connor nodded.Unable to bear the tortuous manner with which Conner. This was done while rubbed her clit, which made the pain a little more bearable.Carefully she opened the zipper wider, cautious to not let any insects escape. Even more careful she stepped into the cover, waving cockroaches aside with her foot, to not crush any. The same proceeded with the second foot and as soon she was standing completely inside the cover, she pulled it up over her head and closed the zipper shut from the inside. Now she was trapped inside the cover, totally nude, her ass and. I approached her with trepidation wondering what she had in mind and she brought her other gloved hand up and started stroking my hand on with her gloved hand through the material, she smiled and through a stream of smoke said ' you like my leather gloved hand stroking your cock don't you' all l could do was nod, she laughed and said ' well your certainly your father's son'.With that she stopped and said 'take them off' l dropped my boxers and she looked and said 'l bet your popular with the. She was moaning and holding my hair. I terribly sucked them and increased the intensity of her hugging. She started to insert her hands into my shirt and move her fingers on my bare back. It was a sign for me to remove my shirt. I removed it. And came to her navel. Teased her without touching her navel hole and ran my fingers around it.After few mins, I touched her navel hole and her lips opened in excitement and I caught it. Caught them sucking and sucking. Then I lifted her hands and smelled.