Wo mere ghar ke pass me hi rehta tha, bato bato me usne milne ko bulaya, hum log market me mile .Wo thoda mota tha, fir whats up pe chatting home lagi...usne bola ek din akele milo. Ek din mere ghar pe koi nahi the, papa job pe the aur mom bahar gai thi, uska call aaya mai bola ghar pe koi nahi hai to wo bola mai ata hu, 15 min baad wo ghar pe aa gaya, usne bola kuchh nahi karunga bas mera hath me lo, usne apna paint likal diya uska lund soya tha, kale color ka thoda mota lund tha, fir usane kaha. I could not wait to taste that juice direct from its source. After I had cleaned off my fingers, she sucked on them again as well, and while she did so she undid my pants and pulled out my throbbing cock now dripping all over with precum. She scooted her but back against the far armrest and lowered her head to lick the latest drop of precum that was forming at the tip. The electricity of her tongue was incredible. She took the head in her mouth and started playing with her tongue around it.. She opened her mouth a couple of times to respond but had to wet her lips first to get some coherent words to pour forth."Yes, Master Nickolai, my name is Julie O'Hara and I was given your parlor address by my masseuse Tammy. She told me you are the best Ink man in the city. May I look at some of your design books to pick one out?"Nickolai smiled but it was not a smile that inspired confidence or extended a friendly welcome. In fact, it sent a delicious shiver up Julie's spine and she wondered. Being the Goddess of Fertility that I am, I made sure that he gave me as many children as possible. I loved him for all he was. He was the first human mortal I went to bed with, and I could tell you it felt wonderful. It was an adjustment for him at first, but he came out on top in the end ... literally.”She took her large hand and petted Toha’s hair. He was fast asleep, escaped from the horrors of war. He could remain here for a lifetime with her if he wanted to.Her thoughts continued,.