The taste, the feel was wonderful, I let out a moan and the cock started to fuck my face, I was loving it, I wanted more. My wife told me I was bei...g a good sissy boy and that she was going to untie me, and that I was to keep on the blindfold, would I still cooperate, I could only moan. She then lay beside me and put my hand on her pussy, it was dripping wet. She said it was her turn now and that she wanted me to lick her, I couldn’t refuse, so I did. She immediately started to moan. He was old, but not as old as she had thought, and there was strength and determination written in the lines of his face and safety in the firm grip of his callused hand. He had seemed so different before when had seen him kneeling in prayer: a defeated, fragile creature enveloped in white robes that threatened to swallow what little remained of him. She had looked questioningly at the initiate as he lead her closer to the old man: surely there is some mistake? He is but a memory of a man, am I. Mere to roen khade ho gaye. Meri janghon par ghutano ke pas kiss karana shuru kiya aur hole hole bhos taraf aane lagi. Us ka munh bhos ko chhute hi mere paanv uth gaye. Us ne dhire se jaanghen chaudi ki aur fir se munh bhos par tika diya. Aage se ke kar pichhe tak jibh se us ne bhos ke bade hoth chaate. Bad men ungalion se chaude kar ke chhote hoth chaate. Meri bhos se chikana paani bah ne laga.Ant men vo meri clitoris par pahunchi. Jibh ki nonk se use tatola aur munh men le kar chusa. Muze. "Yes Mrs. Coleman. You have my word," I nodded. "No one but us knows about any of this?" she added. "No one, Mrs. Coleman," I smiled, hoping I was right about what she was thinking. She rested her head against the door, and banged it symbolically. "Oh, what the hell," she smiled, turning to face me. "Still interested?" "Yes, Mrs. Coleman," I grinned. "Good," she giggled, unbuttoning her blouse again, and stepping closer. "Now get those shorts off, and STOP calling me Mrs. Coleman. It's Emma, or.