Pathan mujhko ko utha kar bed room main lay gaya aur mujhko ulta lita dya phir who meri and par hath pherta raha aur kaha kashif tumhara gand buhut se...y hai khuda ka kasam aaj tak hum nay aesa pyara gand nahein dekha aur meri gand par aek zordar kiss ki . Phir pathan utha aur aek baby oil ki botol lay aaya aur buhut sara oil meri gand kay surakh par aur ungli say gand kay andar bhi lagaya phir pathan nay apna lund meri gand surakh par kar dhakka mara magar us ka nishana khata gaya lund slip ho. It was still early, about 8, when I decided that I needed my wife there to help me talk this out. So I called my mother's house hoping I wouldn't wake anyone up. My mom answered and I asked the usual question—How are you/? Did you sleep good?, etc, then asked if Mary, my wife, was up yet. "What do you mean?", asked my mother, "She isn't over here. In fact I haven't seen or talked to her n about a week or so." "What, ' I said, "she isn't there?" "No" my mother replied. 'Why would you think she. Then I said in her ears I want to bite you, she just saw me in my eyes and said nothing I moved my head towards her neck bit it slowly and started sucking her neck, from one side to another, now her hands were on my waist, and then she rested her hands on my back, we both were out of control now, I took her face in my hand and looked at her for a minute both her eyes were closed she was enjoying itI just placed my lips on her lips, first she did not respond after a while she also opened her. She kept count, thirty-six times that he had pumped his thin watery semen into her (semen that at this moment was dribbling out of her onto the towel that she had thoughtfully placed on the bed before Ron arrived), twice a week for the last four and a half months. She had four more months to go of her final year, thirty-four more visits from Ron. Over halfway now, she thought.She smiled wryly to herself, thinking that six months ago she would not have believed that she would be servicing a.