”“Do you ever?”“What?”“Do you ever, you know.”“What?”“Do you ever – do it also?”“What?”“Do you ever put one in your mout...?”“NO.”“Are you sure?”"Yes, I'm sure!" You NEVER did it?"“NO, I did not.”“Do you ever want to?”“No.”“Are you sure? Don’t you think about it?”“No.”“Don’t you think about doing it? Don’t you think about doing it when you are wearing my panties? When you put on your garter belt and stockings – don’t you think about it then?”“Ah… well.” My wife knew I loved wearing. Nxt day i took half day frm clge went her home she sat on sofa n her baby sleeping bedroom, i sat beside her on sofa n try 2 chitchat with her but she was not responding properly more giving naughty smile to me. I got courage n stood frm sofa n when each and every room to check whether any 1 is der r not. When i came 2 knw no 1 at home except v 3 (aunty me n baby). I came back of sofa and took my dick frm pant n went in front of aunty who was sitting on sofa. She got shock with my action and. Jeff was scared of my mum. She could be quite forceful in her opinions, and considered Jeff a bit' lightweight'. 'Make sure it's done when I get back,' I said, as I mounted my bike. 'Or there'll be trouble.' Jeff waved a languid hand, not really listening. I set off on the ten mile journey. The feeling of the hard saddle through the thin lycra made it a fun trip.The old house I grew up in hadn't changed much. Nor had my mother. She'd been a gym teacher in a rough school (not mine, thankfully). ”“Real specific.”“Yeah. I don’t want to get into comparisons. I don’t want to say anything that will cause any kind of competition. Does that make sense?”“What about things we can’t compete in. Things we can’t change?”“That’s fair, I guess. I haven’t had sex with that many women, but enough to have a pretty fair idea what to expect. I think most women are about the same temperature on the inside. You are an oven, very pleasurably hot. Kayla is an inferno. I don’t know how many calories she.