His eyes moved around the room. They focused on Ed. "Yaakk." This sound from Paul was the same everyone always heard from him. This time though, there...seemed to be more expression in it. It brought tears to Ed's eyes and he leaned forward over Paul and kissed his cheek. Paul's hand came up and touched Ed's face. A look of pleasure crossed Paul's face."Ed, Paul knows you. He truly is aware."Paul's eyes swung to Cindy. She leapt forward, taking his hand in her own. Leaning down she looked into. . Joki mere pati kaam k silsile me bahar gye hue the or fir muje khayal aaya us ladke ka..Ki wo kon hoga jo muje dek raha tha..sochte sochte meri ungliya meri chut par jaa pahuchi or use hi khyal me rak kr naa jaane kabse fingering krne lagi..Mai sofe me hi baith kr apne saare kapde utar liye..Or koi dar tha bi ni kyuki mai ghr par puri akeli ti..Maine ek ungli ghusaai to ekdm band ti meri chut itni jyda tight h ki dosto ek pencil bi na ghuse kyuki mai kaafi khyal rkti hu iski..Mai ise hmesa. She turned to me and gently pulled my cock out of my boxers and started to stroke it. Within seconds, I was hard again, and I reached down and pulled her panties to the side, allowing my fingers to slip inside her moist slit. She began to moan as I curled two fingers to hit her g spot, and rubbed her clit with my thumb, a trick she loved. Just as I thought I was in control, she licked her finger and begins to flick the tip of my cock. My eyes went wide and she gave me that look and smile again.. More human. More alive than I ever felt at home, or at school, or with friends, or at the mall.I reveled in the times that my father could escape from home with me for an afternoon. Sometimes for an entire weekend. We'd take bedrolls, and fire starter, and beef jerky, and canteens, and we'd be mountain folk for a weekend. Just the two of us.I was my parents' only child. There were no sons upon whom my father could shower his masculine words of wisdom. No testosterone-laden little-boy.