Nibbling your earlobe. Making you groan softly.Move to the other cheek. Then to your soft lips- kissing gently at first, then more insistently. Tongue... dueling, breath mingling. Tasting of each other. Then I move lower.You moan, not wanting to break the kiss.I kiss your throat. Rub my cheek against the side of your neck- once again smelling the sweetness of cocoanut and lime.I take the tab on the zipper of your robe and ease it down a few inches, exposing the hollow at the base of your throat,. I wondered more seriously about James and Mel. If she were my daughter I knew what I would want to do with her.She moved rapidly to greet me and met me with her arms going around my neck. I got a quick kiss on the lips and a tight full-body hug. I guess she remembered me. The greeting just confirmed my thoughts of lust for this sweetheart. Her body was still pressing into me and I felt my cock growing against her. That meant she felt it too but she didn't back away. She was still a young sexy. She is voloptuous, elegant and attracts all males at first sight. My friend Baba Khan, 25 years muslim works in our office as peon.He is so handsome. One day, on Moms instructions he came to our house to carry some moms office files. At that time, our servantmaid’s son Mr.Venkatesh was fucking my mom in the bed room. My Dad was cleaning his dick whenever it cummed. He was a slave to Mom. He always seen under feet of mom saying”Iam your slave maharani, I am your slave”. I heard that he was. It’s not that I was so insecure that I thought I could not get a girl, but it did seem odd. I continued to reflect on this during our light supper, and then it was time to go to the game. ‘See you after the game, cutie!’ Jean smiled, and kissed me lightly on the lips. I sat in the stands watching her leap and shout throughout the game, focusing on her more than on the game, which was somewhat exciting. During the game, her former boyfriend, Eddie, who as I said before was the quarterback,.