The center table was piled with presents, some of themhaving spent long trips in the mail to arrive in time for the occasion,and a large chocolate cak... had been made and iced with the best wishesfrom those who loved Dorothy, which was nearly anyone who spent any timearound her.The guest of honor knew full well what was going on, but she pretended tobe unaware to honor everyone's hard work. Instead, she typed away on alaptop in her room, which was crammed with mementoes, pictures, andbooks.A. And I'm not ashamed about it. Xania, what is life all about, anyway? Becoming rich or powerful, or both? That's never driven me. I'm very blessed, and I have all I need. Helping others? That IS very important to me. I feel that by basically enslaving myself to my son's cock, I'm helping others more than ever. Obviously that helps make Tiger very happy, but it's not just him. We're developing this little community bound together by all the sexy, fun times we share."She concluded, "I could go. Something very strange struck my mind, the feel of that cock was something new, I had never ever felt it before, usually when I dream of having sex, the cock I feel fucking me would be a cock I am used to in real life, either my late husband’s cock or any man who had fucked me before, but that dick inside my pussy at that moment, felt strange and new to me, it was much longer and thicker than any cock that had ever been in me before that time.My pussy was stretched to its utmost it could. Fir thodi der baad jab wo sone jaane lagi, to wo boli –Seema: Soch lo ek baar.Maine kaha: Theek hai bhabhi, kar hi do.Fir wo andar gayi, aur ek oil ki bottle lekar aayi, jo ek massage oil tha. Ye dekh kar maine kaha-Main: Arre waah! Sab kuch rakha hua hai aapne to.Wo muskurayi aur boli: Aap apni t-shirt nikaal do, aur ulta let jao.Maine waisa hi kiya aur wo dher saara oil meri back pe gira kar maalish karne lagi, aur saath me baate karne lagi. Guys you know she is hot, and wo t-shirt aur pajama.