"Apollo!"The little boy turns and half blinded by the low sun, raises a hand to shade sky blue eyes to see a slim girlish figure in a light cotton sun...ress with long wavy hair running toward him over the field.That same girl, maybe three or four years older, in hipster jeans and a red t-shirt emblazoned with some American slogan. She stands, looking cooler than ice cream on the street corner by the lamp post with the other popular kids, the centre of attention with her long her and her green. She opened my pants and slid her hand into my boxers and grabbed my dick. she gasped and her eyes went wide. good lord Jared your dick is huge. she said rubbing it slowly. she stopped rubbing and got up. I thought she was about to leave until she spread her legs over mind being sure not to hit my broken one. she grabbed the waist of my pants and pulled them down to my thighs. fuck Jared you could kill someone with this! she exclaimed. her cold hands felt so amazing on my hot dick. I was only 7. Eventually she calmed down and we decided to hit the bar for a drink or two to drown our sorrows.We were two or three large cocktails in and May had been attracting some attention from men in the bar due to here evident cleavage and the odd flash of stocking tops. It didn’t look like there would be any chance of action as the men were with wives or family groups.We were debating whether to try somewhere else or go back to our room when a familiar face entered the bar. I did a double take – it. Shaadi ke saath phere lete samay hum kasam lete hai ki hum khushi aur dard mein ek dusre ka saath denge.Nethra: Mere sar jyada dard kar raha hai.Husband Nethra ka sir apni kalaiyon se dabata haiHusband: Nethra thoda aage hoke baith jaao. Tumhara neck aur shoulder massage karna haiNethra: Theek haiHusband apni wife ke long hairs ki taarif karta hai. Jaise hi husband ke fingers wife ke neck muscles ko ghumte hai, Nethra dheere se siskaare nikalti haiNethra: Aap bohut achcha massage karte hai..