Her hands were extremely slippery from the baby oil and hot water combination. After a small eternity, her hands started moving to my pulsing shaft. G...ntly at first, she started stroking my cock. All the way from the shaft up to the tip, then slowly back down. Her grip was tight, and the slippery oil made the feeling intense.She continued stroking my shaft, balls and even ran her hand and fingers behind my to my ass, where she played with my anus with one hand while continuing to stroke my rock. What are these dark impulses which are on the edge of consuming me? But now I realize that it is not just me. It’s everyone around me. The only difference is they have suppressed their dark impulses, and I cannot.My name is Lucky Khurana. Fancy name, right? Well, even though my name is Lucky, life was a bitch to me. I lost my mom at a young age, so I don’t know what a mother’s love is.Soon after my mom passed away, my father got remarried. Soon after that, they were blessed with a baby girl. My. I wanted them close to their family; emotional support from the family unit, friends and fellow employees was as important as drugs and therapy to heal.I cut the screen after the chopper followed the convoy onto 301 south.“You’re soon going to have to leave on your flight are there any more questions I need to answer for you?”When no one brought up any, I asked, “What would you have done differently?”“You handled the problem the only way it could be handled. We lucked out that your team found. Lap it up, puppy." I was all I could do not to moan, I put my tongue on her heel and dragged it up her small, slender, sweaty soles. As my tongue moved across the smooth arch of her sole, she wrinkled her toes and her sole wrinkled throughout. "That tickles! No wonder you were so quick to lick my soles, Emili probably never lets you do this, she hates her soles being tickled!" Even hearing her say her sister's name didn't stop me. My tongue flicked up each groove of her wrinkled sole, to.