Smothering her beautiful little 12-year-old face. Filling her pretty, pouty-lipped mouth with what came out of my bum-hole. Making her tongue taste an... feel my filth. Making her nice blonde curtains all shitty. I feel so, so powerful. I torture her with it, smothering her, permitting her a few seconds of breath, then back down into the sludge she goes! My pole twitches and leaks with newly-pubescent cravings as she comes up for air and squeals and begs and pleads through shitty lips and shitty. I have provided to her on various functionalities of different systems. Later I came to know she is not having sex regularly due to her husband comes late night and travelling US often. I asked if she is ready to do with me, I could satisfy you, thank god she agreed immediately. She told me that next week her husband is going to onsite for 1 month. So we had planned to meet directly in her house which was in BTM layout.I’m staying at Madivala, I could have easily reach her home within 15 mins.. My relief was quite immense that everything was normal and that the error on my part had been forgotten or forgiven. Soon after lunch my maasaji went off and life returned to normal.But the day full of new experiences had not ended for me. Before dinner my maasi offered me another drink. We sat down with a small peg each and began to talk of this and that. In a little while she asked whether I was still a virgin. I have tried not to be, but yes, I am. So what did you do? I told her about my. Maybe not, he also had to use the cream after all. He counted out six strawberries, washed them and placed them on a plate. Then, quickly as he could, he whipped up the cream into a bowl then found a towel. Kira sat patiently on the sofa and grinned, “This looks interesting.” The very obvious bulge in the front of his jeans also looked interesting. He placed the strawberries and cream in the middle of the floor then indicated that Kira should join him, sitting opposite each other.