" You don't mind then sharing Christmas with two old women." Isobel, I would like some more of what we had this morning as I am sure you would." Then ...ou had better bring a change of clothing and your toilet things, then we can enjoy Christmas and Boxing day doing what you seem to like doing. That is of course if you have nothing else doing," she said with a wicked smile.I was meant to go for Christmas with Beth, but I had been fobbed off that many times by her that I was beginning to get a bit. .i cant forget reecomeon let me fuckkk your boobs and ur lovely swollen chooth…”, she smilingly came on tome and told in a husky voice, “my dear long lundwala yaar…aaj tho my theraa lammbaa aur motta laudaaa see masth chudwaungeee, meri tho choot faaaddhenaa thuu, meraa hubby ke samnee mast see choodhnaa mere yaaar, thera loudaa ko meraa chooth ka salaaam”, boltee hue, fir mera dono legs ke beechmee aakar uskaa dono chuchiyaaoonko beechmee mera lund ko lagaaaker dhabana shurukari….again my cock. So as I worked on this frame I found myself staring out of the corner of my eye as I watched him work. He didnt seem to notice my stare while he had his ear buds in listening to his music just working away on some matting for an 18 X 24 picture. Slowly I let my gaze travel down from his face and slightly linger on his chest, imagining just grabbing those nipples while kissing him. My gaze continued as I looked down to where his crotch would be. If only the table was lower or his stool high I. She sighed and watched as Ray got up and dressed. She was filled with disatisfaction and unfulfillment. She saw no hope of his ever satisfying her. The size of his dick bothered her. He was so small. He simply couldn’t reach her core—the seat of her vast need.She sighed again as she thought of one of her needs. She wanted to have a baby. But a doctor had examined Ray and informed them that he had a very low sperm count and would probably not be able to impregnate her.“I’ll probably.