Then they just went on talking. From that day on I did this when ever I had the chance. I found out where mom kept her old stockings, To this day I do...’t know why a woman wold keep old torn or laddered stockings, I got really into it now and would take a stocking and rub it on my dick, a truly fantastic feeling not as good as rubbing it on mothers foot but all the same it felt good. I would put one in my pants while home with mom. She told me it was ok when we were alone but not in public or. So, I invited her in through the gate and up to sit on my porch swing to talk about what had upset her. Sitting down next to me, she leaned in dropping her face against my chest as the tears started flowing more freely. Ada kept blubbering a male name but all I could feel was, how her hand had dropped onto my thigh and her pinkie and ring finger were resting on the head of my now hardening cock. I kept whispering to myself under my breath, "Please, Keep yourself under control." I'm thinking. Then Larry enjoyed me. Then Ken did it again, followed by Larry. It was mechanical and unemotional, but they obviously enjoyed it. I did too, sort of. When they were finished with me they put their clothes back on, and returned to their wives, leaving me to have dinner by myself. After that I was passed around like a gourmet treat on a silver platter. When I went on a business trip I accommodated the man or men I was with. When one of them told me that his wife. Jab uncle wapas aaye tab mera last din tha training ka .Uncle : yaar ashu aaj tumhara last din hai mujhe bahut bura lag raha haiAshu : ha uncle mujhe bhi bahut bura lag raha haiUncle : aaj main tumhare saath hi enjoy karungaAshu : main bhi aap k sath hi rahungi aajFir maine or uncle mall ghumane gaye waha uncle ne mujhe shopping karwai .Uske baad movie dekhi dinner kara or room per aa gaye .Ashu : uncle aaj mera last day hai aaj to ek baar meri chudai kar doUncle : janeman aaj to puri raat.