.me : don’t cry I m here can I help u any mannerusne ankhe band kar li or maine uske hoonto per apne hont rakh diyeor chusne laga kya baat thi us ki... main essa lag raha tha sara rus pee jayontabhi usne kahan……….she: rukowoh uthi or jakar main door look kar diya or mujhe ishare main apne piche ane ko kahan maine utha or uske piche ho liyehum dono ek room main gaye or wahan uske beta khel raha thapriyanka to her son : shone bahar jakar khelo main uncle ko kuch cheez dhika deti hoon or koi phone. Rang it again. Nothing.I was really getting annoyed but just then the door opened and there wasChad, standing there in nothing but a jockstrap. I gasped at his manlyfigure, and felt weak in the knees at such a fine specimen of manhood!He just laughed and pulled me inside."Chad, I really shouldn't have come...you see..." Not another word, bitch. Who are you to question your Master? You getyour faggoty ass into the living room and sit down on the floor, right inthe middle of the room....NOW!". And like the others, I may not really have noticed her at all. When I woke up, all I could remember about them was: Did they have small tits or big tits, hairy pussy or shaved? They all had open thighs and wet, willing slits to receive my cock without any comments. Actually rather monotonous, I should say, but apparently their arrivals were synchronised with my hormone production, and they never failed to satisfy my dreams and make me wake up in a sticky pyjamas and rumbled sheets.One night I. " Babe? What the fuck?" he rolled over to his side, looking up at me."I've told you thousands of times. Do. Not. Call. Me. Babe." Grunting between clenched teeth. "This is not the first time you've cum and have expected me to finish on my own. I am not a fucking hole for you and on the RARE times you actually do put your rinky dink tiny pecker in me you limp dick bastard ya do just that!!!! Limpy!" My face must have been a brilliant shade of red at this point, but had one more point to make..