Hai ab kya dikh rahi thi mom aise baith ke. Main bas uski taraf dekh raha tha. Aur usne apna ek hath piche kitchen slab pe rakha tha. Maine fir se mom...ki chut puri apne mouth mein le li.Uspe kiss karne laga, lick karne laga. Usme apni tongue dalne laga. Mom mast enjoy kar rahi thi. Us ne apna ek hath mere sir pe rakha tha. Tabhi maine jor se apne mouth se dhakka de diya.Tabhi mom ne mere sir ko upar kar diya. Baju mein kar diya.Main: Kya hua mom?Mom: Kuch nahi. Ab main meri awaj contorl nahi. Her figure was absolutely stunning. More shapely and curvaceous than I remembered it. And those lips. Oh, yes, those lips. The first lips to close, ever so briefly, around my erect cock.Seated at a table overlooking the beach, I could watch Linda packing up her gear. Admiring her lithe movements, I unwillingly recalled the shame of that last time we had together.We had begun seeing each other in the latter months of High School. Nervous dates, uncertain kisses. We were two virgins on the brink. According to the dictionary, the holiday was called Cristes mæsse in Old English and cristmasse in Middle English, and now is Christmas. What it means is “Mass of Christ.” That seems pretty damn clear to me. If we can’t call the Mass of Christ what it is, well, can you imagine saying to the Jews, “Hey, you guys can’t say ‘Hanukkah’ right out loud any more—and you can’t light any candles, either?” Don’t even think about Ramadan.I do remember the anticipation of Christmas as a kid. The newspaper. Slowly I dropped all the way so that I was sitting on his thighs. I put my hands behind and took hold of his tightly bound balls; they were hard and constricted with the stocking tightly binding them. I tugged gently down and felt his dick shudder inside me; I relaxed my grip then squeezed and tugged again, then again tighter and harder. Ahmeed was groaning and sighing as I worked on his balls this way and soon he was spurting his thick, potent semen into my womb again. After he has finished I.