Yahi soch kar maine apna ek haath uske pate par rakh diya aur dhire-dhire sahlane laga. Jab mujhe ye confirm ho gaya ki wo gahri nind me hai tab maine...haath utha kar uske left chuchi par rakha aur bahut dhire se daband laga. Kyoki party ke baad samay na mil pane ke karan wo jeans top me hi so gyi thi jiska neck kafi bada tha.Maine dhire se apna haath gale tak sarkaya aur apna left utha kar uski choot ke upar rakh diya aur jeans ke upar se hi dhire-dhire dabane laga. Usi waqt mai apna haath uske. I showered, dressed and went downstairs to the kitchen. My mom was preparing breakfast wearing her short robe. The sight of her legs had me going again, but I that I had better cool it. I sat at the table and be chit chatted, she told me that my aunt was still sawing logs on her bed. She served me breakfast and I watched her every move, she has such a magnificent body. I was trying to decide if she had anything on under her robe. After we finished eating I told her I was going to hang out with. It’s a good, clean smell, and if I hadn’t already been hard, the smell of the oil would’ve turned me to granite. I feel like Jennifer Beals from that 80s movie, Flashdance, only I’m dripping with baby oil, and when I tell you this, it brings the drunk giggles on again. Kneeling beside me you begin rubbing the oil into my chest, working your way down my torso, and I’m so yours. All I can do is kneel there, panting, quivering, dripping, while your hands touch every part of me and coat me with. Finally, you put my head back in your mouth and your hand starts to slowly jack me off at the same time. After a few minutes, I push you back, stand up, and tell you to wait right there. I walk into the room and walk back out with a blanket. You stand up, assuming I will lay it down, but instead I hang it over the railing to block the view of anyone from down below. You’re not sure what to expect when I hug you from behind. My hands slide into the shirt to pinch at your hard nipples. As I.