Hamare ghar ke or farms ki rakhwali karne wale sudarshan uncle bhi jaa chuke the.maine nikalte waqt call karke unhe chutti di thi aur ghar saaf karne ...i request ki thi.hum ghar ke andar gaye.saab saaf tha.hum tahk gaye the to mai rose ko lekar papa ke kamre mai chala gaya,kyoki mere kamre mai singleBed tha.maine room me pahochtehi rose ko utha liya aur bet pe lita diya aur kiss karne laga.towo boli-”itni bhi kya jaldi hai jaan,muze pahale fresh hona hai,farm bhi dekhna hai”aur wo uth gayi.aur. It all started when one of the evenings I was coming back from my music classes. It was during the winter I remember and we had snowfalls happening here. Dad had gone out with some official work as he was one of the most important people of that company and mom was home early. I parked my bicycle outside the house and started walking towards the main door. As I was walking I just realized that there are more than few peoples shoes outside the house and guessed that it would be some relatives. However, like many other recently retired woman she often feels empty now, both literally and figuratively. She had been part of a generation of women who spend their adult life with the constant overdose of intense sexual activities. Those experiences were intense and not suitable for women's health over the age of 33. Some women can continue, but for most those days of absolute bliss becomes distant memories.Like some of her senior female staffs she had petitioned to SPACELINK to do something. Underneath his apple i can see the head of the cock pushing out to one side quite a bit more than the other. Using one of my hands i reach to the head, rubbing and touching it. I can move it from one side to the other rather easily. Each time i touch he swallows again.“Gag yourself, hold this cock down your own throat!”Using one hand he holds the cock down deep inside his esophagus for a moment. I move around the the front of his body and watch as he works his throat with the dildo up and down,.