Muje pta chala ki preeti mere dost se ab baat nhi kr rhi… Muje iska karan samjh nhi aaya… Election ke chakkar me main mere dost se thoda door ho g...a tha… Kaafi samay se hamari achhe se baat nhi hui thi… Jeet wali shaam ko maine usse puchha ki kya baat hai… To usne kaha ki usne preeti ko propose kiya tha… Aur preeti ne usko na kr di… Vo usko apna achha dost manti thi… Isse jyada kuchh nhi… Aur vo uske liye aisa kuchh soch hi nhi rhi thi… Main preeti aur mere dost ke relation ko apna chuka tha…. I felt a flash of pride.I was next to him now, and intentionally looming over him. I could smell the fear on him as he whimpered and tried to draw away. I knew how to bring him back, though.In one rough move, I wrapped my left hand around the back of his head and shoved his face into my right armpit. I knew I had to move fast; like any cornered animal he could bite hard. He struggled against me, but after a few inhalations of my scent he began to breathe deep. Then, suddenly, he melted into me.. As a nice bonus, I noticed that from then on she began to wear short things around the house more frequently than was usual. Stage 2 also involved me shelling out some money. Just as I had gotten Mum used to me paying her nice remarks, I also wanted to be able to give her gifts on days other than those when people normally receive presents. The first thing I bought her was some of the perfume she likes best. I gave it to her when we were alone one evening. She asked what the occasion was and I. I left the legs and hold her whips for my grip to give her my lustful fuck. I do not want to give her very hard strokes because I know her painful job. I used stop and start technique so that my dick will retain for a long time. At last after one hour she exploded huge volumes of cum and I thought it was her first orgasm. After a few strokes I also loaded in her pussy. I stopped my job and left her. She settled on bed gently. She asked me a glass of water. I given her a glass of water and asked.