Dedi boli bilkul jab bhaya ka land mojod ho to gharon chudwana zarori to nahen.dedi baton k sath sath meri zuban bhe choos rahi the .dedi k chomne se ...era land phir tayar hone lag aur ahista ahista mera land dobara ful akar k lohe ki tarah hogaya.mene dedi ko kaha k dedi men teri gand marna chahta hon kiyon k men apni piyari ki gand ka maza bhi lena chahta hon kia dedi tum mujh se gand marwaogi.pehle to dedi ne inkar kiya lekin mere israr per dedi razi ho gae is sharat per k aj sirif adha land. .Carefully but firmly still, he made me lie on my stomach and asked me to close my eyes.I heard a night-table door opening and closing, a drawer opening and closing, a bottle being opened.I felt a liquid run slowly from my back, from the shoulders to my buttocks.I felt his hands giving me a massage, I felt this liquid slowly flow back on my buttocks, between my buttocks.I felt his hands running through my body, which passed between my legs to caress my dick.I felt his hands play with my rosette. What the hell did he just say? Did he really say that?!? My mind flooded with images of naive young boys unable to resist Daniel’s seduction, and before they knew it he’d turned them into gay sluts for his cock.Daniel finished looking around the club and turned his gaze upon me. He didn’t say a word, he just watched my reaction. I tried to clear my head of the pornographic thoughts he’d instilled but they wouldn’t stop… one k** moaning into Daniel’s unexpected kiss, another kneeling before him,. It was after the first of the month, so after paying Shell back for the heels, I was still able to purchase another pair of hip-huggers. They were just like that first pair, except they were black. I’d also purchased a thin white tube top. Like the men’s sleeveless undershirts, it showed off my small tits and protruding nipples perfectly.While sitting on his tailgate and sipping our beers, Jeff leaned in and kissed me for the first time. It wasn’t a passionate French kiss, just a warm lingering.