"By the way, good morning." Uh, good morning," she stammered, somewhat taken aback by his bold move. "Honey, we have to talk." She spoke as she prepar...d their bacon and eggs. "First of all, where did you EVER learn to make love like that? Some of those..." she reddened. "Some of those "things" you did are way beyond what a boy your age..." Man," he corrected her."All right, beyond what a man your age should know." Hey, I didn't hear you complain."Again she burned with embarrassment. "I'm .... ." she begs: "We have nowhere to go, and my sister is very sick. We're freezing and I don't know what to do."Author's note to readers and writers: Hi! Thanks for checking out my story. It's my first erotica/romance story, not just publicly, but just in general. It's also the first time I write fictional prose in English as it is my second language, but I think I write English well enough for these questionable purposes. If there are any spelling and/or grammatical mistakes that you think are. Wo garam ho rahi thi usne mera sar uski chut me jor se daba rahi thi. “arun aaj tak kisine meri bur nahi chati aaj tumne muje ye such diya hai arrrunnnnnn.” Uski chut se pani nikal raha tha meri do ungli maine uski chut me daal di aur ander bahar karne laga.wo siskar rahi thi “ye kya aag laga di tumne ab buja bhi do is aag ko plsssssss” maine kaha “rani abhi to aag lagi hai abhi se buja di to maja kya ayega lo mera fire ka pipe ko taiyar kar do to ye aag buja dega.” Maine apna lund uske muh me. There did seem to be a great deal about penises however. Emma flicked through the pages while nonchalantly sipping from her cup. She frowned disapprovingly at the faint smell of tobacco wafting from the smoking tables at the far end of the cafe. Her eyes caught the heading Naturism and Clothes Policy. This surely would be of interest to her, Emma told herself, comfortably opening the pages open at a picture of Delia Cook’s family sitting in an open field having a picnic and wearing no clothes..