Meri to cheekh nikal gai . Aaaaaahhhh mummyy . Bohot dard ho raha tha per usne mera muh daba liya or dhire dhire se dhake lagane laga . Jisse mujhe ku...h rahat mili . Dhire dhire dhake lagata hua wo lund ko dhire dhire ander kar raha tha . Jisse mujhe dard to ho raha tha per kam dard ho raha tha jisse me sehan kar sakti thi .Mujhe pata bhi nahi laga kab uska pura lund ander chala gaya . Pura lund ander jate hi usne mere boobs jor se dabaye or bola pehli baar kar rhi hai . Mene haan me sir hila. Fumes from dry ice and peeling clouds of dense fog wafted in the place where the DJ played a fast, electronic tune. There were sofas and chairs upon which near-nude women sprawled out and smoked weed. A small bar with a slick bartender wearing leather and chain-mail added to the atmosphere of a drug den and a liquor-drinker’s dungeon.Although it was not allowed, people not only smoked their weed but also lit up cigarettes. If it were not for the management paying off the local police, the place. My nipples became pink and puffy and I felt a twinge in my crotch and bent to look there and see my penis withering a way rapidly. I straightened up to discover my puffy nipples had small mounds under them and they were still swelling. I felt for my penis and it was smaller than my boys' had been when they were babies and continued getting smaller until I could no longer grasp it. I also noticed that my body hair seemed to have disappeared and the hair on my head had grown considerably. When. My hands trace lightly across your forehead, your eyes, your lips grabbing and sucking at my finger when it passes by them. I have to lean forward to reach your arms, increasing the contact against your now wet outer lips. You arch your back to try to make contact with my chest and your nipples as my hands work the muscles of your upper arms, then your shoulders. I am teasing you, I know, increasing the longing in you, touching yet not touching where you want me to. I smile at that thought..