Every night I had some sort of erotic correspondence with Tom. Always late and in bed. I used my videos of me eagerly sucking him at my glory hole to ...asturbate to. I looked so incredibly single-minded in them, so focused on pleasing his cock. Tom enjoyed my low dirty talk and I adored bring him to orgasm every night as he writhed in bed. I had schooled him into playing with his tight little hole and he was penetrating himself with various substitutes for a dildo. He enjoyed a using vaselined. But it would be tricky. There were so many rules to follow. The Storm was not exactly of this world requiring love and trust before experiencing it. That wasn’t to be had, realized easily for rotten souls and slutty wives, maybe.When I was a kid I was always in trouble, ideas of mine generated with my overly active imagination. I simply couldn’t keep myself from expressing something including a “dirty” thought for the hyper religious neighborhood. I was completely naive about sex and girls but. But I wouldn’t let him be distracted, asked him if he was ready and he nodded, although I could see the flush on his face and the gulp in his throat. It was useless to indulge in some comforting introductory talk. I didn’t want to know his name, and he didn’t need to know mine. I went straight to the point, and told him to take his clothes off. While watching the boy strip, I sipped a glass of cognac. After taking out his shoes, he bashfully removed his sweater and the white t-shirt he was. Gautam slowly walked up to her and turned her around, she looked even more gorgeous. She had her eyes closed and face lowered, her breasts were firm and round like two pieces of juicy melons. It was tight, filled with milk, and with tiny droplets forming on her nipples. Gautam couldn’t resist any further and pulled her closer in a swift movement.He immediately leant forward and took her nipple in his mouth. “Ssssssssssssssssss” Kiran sizzled as he made the first sucking action. Gautam.