The War had taken most of its men; some had returned, ... others not.One of those who would never come back was my father, killed in the Pacific, Sept...mber 1st, 1945; one day before VJ Day. It would be nice to say that I had many fond memories of him, remembrances of my early childhood with him, but the truth was that I didn’t.He had signed up the day after Pearl Harbor, leaving his wife, my mother, home alone with my brother and myself. I was only nine when he left, and although I knew. Chut to milegi. Phir usi waqt maine use apni baho main le liye aur kiss karta raha. Kareeb 15 minute tak main usse kiss karta raha or saatb hi uske boobs bhi daba raha tha. Aap logo ko ye bata du ki main bhi rent par hi rahta hoo aur kisi room partner ko rakhna main pasand nahi karta. Isiliye jab sneha mere room par aayi to main TV dekh raha tha. Bas ye mera first sex experience tha to mujhe kuch khas malum nahi th but bf bahut dekhta hoon isiliye kaise chudai karte hai pata tha.Jab maine sneha. He snaps his finger. I look at his face. He motions me up. I follow his command. He leads me to her and points in between her thighs.I again get on my knees. His presence is felt behind me, knees touching me slightly. His eyes looking down on me. My tongue explores under her lingerie. I have never done this before. I try my best but seem to be out of sync with her rhythm.She takes a handle of my pigtails and tries to guide me for a time. In frustration she pushes me off. I fall back. She leaves. I just had to stroke myself. I needed to relieve some tension. How badly I wanted that to be me, to feel her hot, warm, tight mouth around my cock. My fingers moved deftly up and down my shaft, just enough to make my pleasure simmer.She slid the toy out of her mouth and began to bob her head up and down, focusing on that glistening shaft. Her eyes locked onto mine as she performed. She let it come out her mouth with a wet sigh. “I’ll be staying at the Marriott on Third. Room 216. Thursday..