"Uh, fine," he muttered, blushing again."Oh, did you find the pants I fixed for you?"What was she doing? Was she trying to embarrass him to death righ... in front of his father?Tossing a quick look at his father, David saw that he oblivious to the electricity arcing between David and his mother. He just sat there reading his paper."Uh, yeah, uh, sure," he mumbled, his face afire with humiliation."Oh, did you notice that I put a few extra stitches in them for you?" She smiled guilelessly, "I hope. He grabbed my cock and stoke it slowly."It hurts."tears run down my cheeks. "It's your fault for not cooperating. Now you pissed me off. I'll make you suffer. I'll make you beg for my cock." He looked me in the eyes with a lustful eyes.He grabbed my dead 6 inch cock again and stoke it slowly. "Hi big mouse." His thumb rubs the tip of my cock. "Aren't you a little tired? Want me to make you alive?" He kissed the tip and blow it. My cock twitch by the warm breath. His mouth slowly taking my cock. Phir maine use lips p kiss kia…dhire dhire uske kaan p aur garden pe bites kiye…wo puri excited thi…phir maine uski cleavage ko lick kiya aur wo moan kr rhi thi…Phir maine uske right boobs ko hath m liya aur left wale ki nipple ko jiv se touch kiya toh usne kaas e hug kr lia…phir maine uske nipple suck krne start kiye aur sath hi right wale ko press krne lga…wo moan kiye jar hi thi….Aur apna hath se mere pant ke upar se lund tatol rhi thi…Phir maine uske right nipple suck krne start kiya aur. To the outside world, sometimes I just lock up for somewhere between a few moments to a few days. That makes it a little hard to work, and even harder to have any close friends. But inside, I am not “locked up,” I am someone else. Actually, I am not always someone else. When I am Kelly, I am someone else. When Wayne drops by, I am me – unless I am Kelly – but then all I can see is Wayne. I don’t know for sure if Wayne is his name because he has never said it, but that is what I call him. .