Aakhir maine puch hi liya,” oh mami, aap kuch pareshaan ho, batao na, kya baat hai ?” ispar woh boli kuch bhi to nahi. Main bola,” kuch baat to ...aroor hai, main aap ko achhi tarah se janta hoo, mujhse kuch chipa rahi hai aap.dekho mami, mujhe ab aap apna personal friend samjho aur saari baat batao plz” meri is baat par woh kuch der tak mere taraf dekhti hi rah gayi.fir boli,” shashank, yeh bohot personal mamla hai aur tum isme meri koi madat nahi kar sakte.” “Aisa mat kahiye mami, main jaroor. That night came on Saturday. As it was a late night planned, it was decided both Alison & Thomas would stay over with us in the spare room. We made arrangements for my son to stay at Helen's parents' while Alison's parents would stay over theirs looking after their sons.The night out was great, a meal followed by a theatre show which was enjoyable. On the minicab ride home, we were laughing & chatting. I immediately liked Alison & Thomas. He was quiet but she was the complete opposite. Loud,. I wanted to fuck. I was mad. I turned her. She silently followed. She was the best woman I knew. And she had opened her mouth once again. I sat on her mouth. My balls were resting on her chin. She was gagging on my cock, her saliva wetting my cock, her tongue trying to grip on it. Her big beautiful eyes were popping out as she gagged. I was looking at them and smiling. I came again.We both got up the floor. She was very calm. “Want some water?” she asked.I started smooching her. She was laid on. So I said, "look, Denise, this is all very interesting, but ... you can stop at any time, and I won't hold it against you."Too late, I realized I'd given her another pun to toy with. Without a lost beat, she lowered her gaze at my lap and almost coquettishly said, "you won't hold it against me?" A sort of plaintive voice. The meaning made clear by where her stare was fixed."Geez, Denise. Only if you really want me to," I finally said, because it almost seemed an obligatory part of the pun. I've.