Fir usne mere barmude ke undar hath dalkar mere lund ko apne hath me le kar sahelane lage aur mera hath pakadkar apne lund par rakh diya aur me bhi us...e lund ko sahelane laga.Fir vo apni lungi puri uthakar meri taraf apni gand rakhkar ulta so gaye aur pichhe se mera lund pakadakar uski gand par rakh diya maine bahut koshish ki lekin mera lund uski gand me nahi ghus raha tha fir maine thoda thuk lagaya to thoda sahi andar gaya fir vo sidhe ho gaye aur apna t-shirt nikal diya uski puri body par. Startled, and assuming that it was her husband John who had crept back into the house she sat bolt upright. There was no sign of anybody there.“John?” She called out. “Are you back?” She said, noticing that her heart was pounding. John didn’t reply, and a quick look out of the window proved that his car was still missing. He was clearly still at work.Realising that it was probably just her imagination Jo slipped back into bed and after reading a few more pages of the diary she drifted off. Then he slowly ran his tongue in circles aroundmy penis until he got to the tip. He licked off the ample amounts ofpre-cum that continued to leak out of my penis. He spent well over tenminutes licking my balls and my dick and only moments before I came heslipped all of it into his mouth. The sudden warmth and wetness pushed meover the edge and I came with a loud noise that could only be called asqueak (and it was...years later he still referred to the noise as myloss-of-virginity squeak). . Eventually she came down stairs. She was dressed to kill. She wore a black slip like party dress. Black hose and black pumps. Her face was made up nicely, and she had a half-full glass of wine in her hand. She walked like she was feeling no pain. She teetered over to me with a smile on her face."My, my, my, what do we have her. A little bondage slut." With her free hand, she felt up my crotch. "And a horny one at that." My whole body writhed at her touch. I pushed the ball gag out with my.