Please mat jao. Mai samaj gaya ki mamla bigar gaya hai. Toh mai use dire dire kiss kiya. Usne kuch nahi kaha. Mai dere dere use palank me lita diya au... kisses suru kiya.Mera lund khada ho gaya. Oh bhi garam ho gai thi aur mujhe return kisses kar rahi thi mere baal jor se pakad kar apne aur kech kar kiss karne lagi. Mai bhi garam ho gaya aur uske chuchi dress ke upar se hi dabana suru kiya. Oh halka chillane lagi ki jor se nai. Dard ho raha hai. Magar mai kaha sunne vala tha. Mai aur jor se. . I'll work it up ya nice and slow," he pleaded. "Come on, I love to smell an arse as ripe as yours gettin' knobbed!"I said back, "Look, if ya like me arse that much, you can rim me out while I fuck him. That's all I'll let ya do." Yeah?" he asked, as if he was surprised that I'd let him."I said ya could, so ya can. But ya better hurry up though, 'cause I'm not gonna last long with his bunghole munchin' at me dick!"Whitehouse moved around behind me, crouched down and I felt his breath against. I went back and did a thorough spell and punctuation check, and fixed some run on sentences, also paragraphs were too long. One person pointed out that I was being unrealistic on how long I was having my character hit a golf ball, the story was a fantasy but hey he was right about it being unrealistic, and he had brought it up politely so no reason not to make a change. After making those corrections I reposted the story awaiting further comments and hoping for a few compliments.There were some. Ferguson.”“Gwen, please.”We sat at the table, she had a selection of beauty shop brochures and color charts laid out on the white enameled kitchen table.“I thought we’d do it in here ... the colors show up better against white. Let me look at you.”And she did ... very close.She muttered, “Uh huh, oh my, very good ... not blonde. Blonde wouldn’t work at all. Oh ... such translucence. Freckles? Hmmm. Just a smattering. Excellent. Green eyes. My dear, you should have been born a redhead. Not a.