Dipti mere ser ko pakar k apne chucho ke traf daba rahe the…. maine us ka ek haat ko pakra ko apna lund us k haat mai de deya…..or kha k ek ko apn... muuu mai le…..vo jhhat se mere lund k traf ghum gye or us ne apne cht ka muu mere muu ke traf kar deya….vo mera lund ko lollipop k jayse chusne lage or mai us k chut mai ungli dal k apne jeeb se chod raha tha…..us ne bola k vo jaad ne vale hai or kuch he minto mai us k sara panni mere muuu mai aa gya or vo jor jor se mere lund ko upar neche karne. For all it wasn’t a particularly fast road, it was enough to allow their hair to stream behind them a little and put a glow in their cheeks.“So what’s the story with ‘the Hatchett?” I asked Trinny who was after a little bit of a squabble in the front with me.“She’s just creepy, always hanging around the gym changing rooms, or the dorms at lights out. We warn the younger ones never to accept an offer of a massage from her,” she replied.“Ah, prefers the company of girls,” I nodded.“Yes, despises. A seriously delicious kiss that lasted maybe 2 seconds, but last forever when they happen.“Anything” was her answer before I asked, so I lead us in, closed the door and handed her one of the Madri-Gras party masks behind the door.The same hostess as last time walked in, wearing impossibly tall boots, and lead us down the hall I stood naked and bound in last time I visited. “Massages first or after?” was her question, and I answered “after” for both of us as we were led into a huge room, mirrors. ’ Her eyes were fixed rather fondly on my discomfort, she reached out and started stroking the fabric of my shorts, making my distress more acute. ‘ I haven’t had any action since my Tommy died, and some nights the old vibrator isn’t enough.’ Mavis smiled broadly. ‘You look like those shorts are getting rather tight, Vic. Maybe you’d like to make yourself a little more comfortable, give the old John Thomas a breath of fresh air?’ My face turned and I blushed in shame: my mind raced to figure.