Maine unki comfirt ke liye khud hi jeans kaHook khol diya. Unhone meri jeans nikaal di aur mere panty ke upar seRub karne lage. Thodi der me mere legs...bhi garam hone lage. Ab voMere blanket ke andar ghus gaye the. Mai mehsush kar rahi thi sabKuch. Unhone mere legs pakde aur meri panty bhi nikaal di. Ab maiPuri nangi thi. Papa ka hath sabhi jagah ghum rahja tha. Papa neJaise hi meri **** ko hath lagaya. Mai sharma gayi aur legs bendKarne lagi. Papa ne kaha pls beta muje support karo. Maine legs. I grab her shoulder and pull her up, my cock nestled in between her thighs I kiss her cheek, then her top lip, she stares at me all this time still trying to beg for the final fuck she's been needing. I look into her eyes and smile, kissing to her ear. Then licking the lobe. “Do you want me to fuck you like the little slut you are?” I look deep into her eyes “or do you want me to cut you free?” I'm just toying with her knowing she can't answer. “Shake your head once for the FUCK! And twice for. Maybe there's a reader enjoying them, and I always think of this guy. I picture him, reading alone in a dark Saturday afternoon, enjoying the quietness of his home. But what's the point? The sequence of stories? I can invent hundreds of them, different plots, different characters, but they all seem the same to me. Rip the pages of a book and throw them into the air, they'll fall onto the floor, all unique, but all just the same for anyone looking at the scene."I'm making both life and writing. Please come to me on a sunday morning and we'll see what happens.So there I was in Belgium, on a sunday morning. I parked the car a few blocks from where he lived. With a very strange feeling in my stomach (nerves? love?) I walked to his house. I rang the door bell and he opened the door. There was no way back now! Jurgen was a gentle goodlooking guy, friendly and clearly quite nervous too. As it was a very hot day he was dressed in his shorts and a t-shirt. He looked very attractive. So, now.