Maine ab apni choot mein ramesh ke lund ko dekhrahi ho.. Saara lund meri choot mein tha aur mai balou ko apni choot per dekh kar halke se muskurane la...i…mai abhi gor se apni choot mein ghuse hue kaale lund ko dekh hi rahi thi ke ramesh ne zor laga kar shararat se meri choot per apne lund ka zor lagaya aur meri choot ko apni lund ke aaspaas ke ghoshte se dabane laga…..maine ramesh ke chutre dabate hue kaha.. Kyun janaab kaisi lagi meri choot ki araamgah aapke is jawaan hindu lund ko? Ramesh ne. “And in any case, Ben sent me a couple of the pics he sent to you. Just because he thought you must have forgotten to. It definitely brought back some good memories, haha.”I had loosened up as I realised she wasn’t bothered about me lying. “Yeah for me too actually, brought me right back to the night. I ended up having a wank in the toilet after he sent them. Thinking about you and him going at it I mean!”“Did you? Ok well if we’re being really honest I played with myself too after he sent. ”“I will,” I replied, tears dripping down my cheeks.“Bye, Yankee. It’s been wonderful to know you.”“I’m a better man for having known you, Peaches. I love you.”“I love you too,” she said.I heard the line click as she hung up. I kept the receiver to my ear for a few seconds, as tears continued to stream down my face. After a moment, I slowly replaced the receiver, the clatter of plastic on plastic piercing my soul. There was a very good chance that I’d never speak to her again. She was dying and. That night, after we had showered and climbed in bed, Sandie wasted no time in again bringing up the subject that had never left my mind since our conversation a few hours ago. She shocked me by saying, with no preliminaries, "I want you to sleep in the nude from now on. It'll make it easier to get you turned on when I come home with a job for you to do. You can start now by taking off your undershorts."I had always slept in undershorts only, never having developed a taste for wearing pajamas..