I saw him smile and grin which made me very shy. I wanted him to stop here but knew he was not going to. I was thinking what have I gotten myself into...but I was liking it.I saw him remove his sherwani and pyjamas and he was only in his boxers. He took a lot of oil and applied on his front. I saw his glistening muscles and abs in the dim light. He was surely well built. I could even see a tent forming in his boxers.He poured a lot of oil on my naked front body. From my boobs to my pussy. I did. . Legacy ... Legacy... ‘ Zax repeated on and on, struggling to uncover what the expert had meant.He could feel a sense of great importance tied to the hereditary legacy the expert mentioned, something very personal, yet not just for him.He skimmed and rearranged the information flood in his sea of consciousness. There was not a lot to begin with, but it all was too confusing to effectively deduce in its mess of a state.Five days later.‘It’s finally organized fully!’It was grueling. If had to. Sometimes the mechanics of my vibrator will kick in and it will be a robotic fuck, designed to get me there quickly. Other times fantasy will take over and I will take a mental ride on the glory of riding him while he was cuffed to the bed and unable to protest.There may only be so far I am prepared to go. The other week I found a smaller sex toy and held it up against my existing one, pretending to debate where it would go. But you know where I put it, right? As I feel the lube between my arse. She was the reason of many of my masturbation sessions. She was the closest girl to me and she was also very good looking. I never thought about having sex with her, I just thought about her body and masturbated fantasizing about it. She is a natural blonde but shes been dyeing her hair red since she was 12. She has white skin and is a bit on the short side of things. What I did notice about her is that her breasts were bigger than average and though I had never seen them, I could make out the.