. . ‘ ‘Well, lad, I can help you here. This South Transept window of St. George is a treasure, it would be a shame to lose him to the ravages of ...ime. I’ll write you a check right now, let me get my pen.’ ‘Please, take mine.’ ‘Thanks, Father. £5000, to be used for St. George and the rest of the heavenly band. Here you go.’ ‘Thanks Colonel.’ The bangers and mash were astounding. The next evening saw me in the drawing room of Harold Caldwell at the billiard table. Caldwell is an investment. Mandy asked if I had a girlfriend and I shook my head. She asked why I hadn't found someone. I told her about always working and travelling around the east coast of Australia. Then she asked about my parents and I told her that they were still alive and always happy to see their son. She laughed at that. I asked her about calling me daddy. She shrugged and said,”You looked like the daddy type and wanted to give you a thrill.” I said,”I'm only 33 years old. I'm no daddy yet.” She laughed.We kept. Carl pulled out and put his arms under my thighs. My hands remained on the sink, but Carl had all my weight on his hands, lifting me into position for hard thrusting. My feet now dangling in the air to each side of him. Carl was using weightlifter-type strength to lift me up and down to his preferred rhythm. I almost couldn't hold my upper body up, as I was trembling through my orgasms. He was breathing like a bellows and practically exhaling fire when his orgasm found him. His cry drowned out. Ek din jab wo padhne k liye ayi tob usne ek loose shirt aur skirt pehen rakhi thi. Uske mulayam aur gore gore thighs ekdum mast lag rahe thyee. aur jab wo notebook mein kuch likhne k liye jhukti toh uski baar clearly dikhai de rahi hai.ek din maine socha ki mujhe meri behen ko bina kapdo k dekhna hai. yeh moka mujhe jaldi hi milgaya. wo jis kamre mein reheti thi waha attached bathroom tha. subha jab mujhe pata chala ki wo nahane ja rahi hai toh thodi der baar jab wo nahane chali gayi tab main.