Anyway yeah, I said a bunch of stuff, and then told him go fuck yourself because you aint fuckin this until you grow some pubic hair and also a fuckin... pair of nuts kid. Anyway hes CRUSHED. I mean it was as if his entire reproductive future was at stake and I just shut him the fuck down. Like every baby he ever imagined fathering I had just stabbed in the face or something. Anyway I felt bad like right then, at that moment, and I told him to take 5 so he could go hug himself and cry in the. It wasnt all sex. But it was a lot of sex. Tara was a profoundly sexual person, but it lacked the emotional connection of a spouse or a girlfriend. Which, I guess in retrospect, was perfect. She wasnt possessive or jealous or even terribly affectionate. She just liked getting fucked, and having me around the house just enough to feel like she wasnt alone in the world. She needed company, and a hard cock. My wifes busy work schedule made this easier, of course. I could usually get one in right. "Sure enough, there was the man hole, so we rustled up a ladder from the workshop and Dom climbed into the crawl space. "Just perfect mate, there's two joists running right over the dunny and the shower. All we need is a couple of bits of wood and she'll be apples."We hunted around and came up with some scrap timber that had came from a packing case. Dom drilled a hole in each of them and another over the dunny and the shower stall. I poked the bolts through the ceiling and Dom put the washers. Main maze leti hui kitchen ke darwaaze pe khadi Akash par nazar rakhti rahi.Udhar living ke sofe par, narrated by Neetu.Akash ke lund ko apne muh mein lekar choosti aur khaati hui main har pall use apne aaghoosh mein apna gulaam bana rahi thi. Kabi uske lund ke sar ko muh mein bahar ke choosti. To kabhi apne muh mein uske pure akar ko sama leti.Apne sar ko upar-neeche hilati hui apne muh mein uske lund ko kuch der chodwane ke baad main uth baithi. Uthte hi Akash ke peeche kitchen ke darwaze ke.