"Vicky, this is fantastic" I complimented her. "I can't believe how well it captures what I wanted to say but looks and sounds so different. You could...be a very good writer if you wanted to be one." Thank you Michael, I always did well in creative writing. So, do you think you can pass it off as yours?" she asked."Nope, not a chance. I'm not good at lying so I will try and do something similar using just a small amount of yours. It won't be as good but at least I know it's mostly mine. I really. I also picked up a small jar of “Ball Butter” sitting next to the box on the shelf. Back to the gentleman I went.“OK, let’s get started,” I said, kneeling down in front of him, roughly at eye level with his dangling phallus. “First, I need you to hold your cock out of the way while I prepare your balls.”He immediately obliged, lifting his limp cock and placing it up against his lower abdomen.“That’s it, now let me get this beautiful nutsack all buttered up for its collar,” I announced, dipping. The older I became, the more I understood that age was not the primary factor that determined the success of a physical union. It was more related to that comfortable feeling when the dirty deed was done and over with that really counted.The daughter was lacking in confidence and in all honesty I found that a bit appealing because her hint of shyness hardened my resolve to show her the way to true joy.On the other hand, the mother was a trifle jaded from years with a man that made his living as. It turned out Prerna had a small faded tattoo on her neck, which she kept covered with makeup. I rubbed my cock and decided to call Gagan when she told me that she’d called Gagan already. I was overjoyed. I wanted to see a dick going into her hole.We had lunch and decided to take a nap while Gagan reached our hotel. In an hour or so, there was a message on my phone from Gagan. He was on the same floor as us. I kissed Prerna to wake her up. She looked fresh as a flower.There was a message on her.