Sensuous stockings, towering heelsNo-on knows how good this feels.Can I approach you? Can I say,Will you join me? Can we play?And if I do, will you ...greeTo be together, you and me?Or will you say, "You do not seemThe kind of man that I esteem?"Must I endure your harsh disdainOr will you set my heart aflame?++++++I wonder wanly, street to street;I track you down, and yes - we meet.I ask my question - no reply.You frown: I cannot meet your eye.You walk away, I'm in despair,You show no mercy,. Therefore I took the logical stance that it would be better to cease and let him finish ‘feeling me’ for the amusement of his friends as also, what was happening was that the roughness of the situation was making the buttons of my blouse fall open. My tactic wasn’t totally successful as I heard the men pass comment on the daintiness of my bra which meant that most of my buttons were now undone. For an age I had to allow the man to kiss and maul me, licking the inside of my mouth with his tongue. Mom use to wear saree all the time and it was dirt and not proper since she is sick and bed rest and he signaled me to go out of the bed room but I didn’t obeyed. Then he took me to the hall and told me plan will not work if I am there and told me to look inside through the door side.Then he went inside and asked my mom about the health problems and started looking at the tablets provided by govt. hospital and asked mom how she feels nowMom: No improvement sir. It is still feverish, knee pain. She gasped and cried out as she began to spear herself on his cock, the nine and half inches of man piercing her and splitting her in half. Michael was halfway inside of her when he remembered the hymen.“Fuccccckkkk… Rose, your maidenhead!” She grunted as she continued to drive herself down further and further. “I… I broke it… doing gymnastics… one competition… I’m fine… ugh!” Michael felt his hips touch her thighs as he finished, realizing that he could feel her cervix with his tip. He.