I write some stories in ISS. I also receive feedback from the readers.To send feedback, send me a mail @ looking for feed back from all, especially A...nt and Girls …Recently my Story published a few days ago. I got few responses and feedback from the ISS readers. Among them was a Young Lady from Chennai.Now to the story …She mailed me that my story was super and she felt very erotic by the way I narrated the story. She also added, she was waiting for the Part 2 story.I replied to her, ” Thank. I’m dark in color, height about 5.7 feet; I am decent enough to impress any girl. I have no idea how long my cock is, never bothered to measure it, what all I know is that it is long & thick enough to satisfy the girls I have made love with.I love sex and I don’t believe in a paid sex. I believe sex is not just making love. It is an emotional bond that connects for that particular duration, how can someone pay and derive the same pleasure and love with the other partner.Meeting Pooja was the. Christy felt so bad for hurting him, she got onto her knees and without saying a word, she took his dick into her warm welcoming mouth, closing her lips softly around his meat. That relieved the pain he was in, she knew he was loving it so she began to bob her head, up - down - up - down - up - down, she did this for several minutes until he felt better and was fully hard. Once she tasted how hard he was, she rose onto her feet and she told him "Fu*k me Dill, I've been waiting for this for so. I tug at his jacket to remove it and he sits up to let me slip it from him, before undoing his shirt buttons.My son sit astride me naked, looks down at me then there is no stopping him, he kisses my breasts and sucks on my nipples until he has me squirming in pleasure. He moves slowly down over the basque, planting little kisses all the way, to where my suspenders start. I lay there, his mom with her legs apart and every thing I have on show to my son. My suspenders going to my stockings,.