”please mujhe thora tumse mazza lene do mujhe biwi bohat yaad aarahi hai please mujhe ruko mat main marjaonga.”Main usse bolne laga please yeh mat...karo mere se utar jao yeh na karo asif kaka, magar woh sun nahi raha tha aur apna poora jism mere jism ke oopar ragarne laga aur hillaane laga, mujhe kuch samajh nahi aarahi thi main kya karoun, bus main apne aap se usse hataane ki kohshish kar raha tha. Magar woh aur zor zor se mere par apna jism malne laga, phir ussne meri gardan par kisses or. I'm gonna need some help withthis," he looks down at the quivering rod between his legs."When was the last time you had a good blow job?" I hear myself asking,almost disgusted with myself in making Ellen's breathless voice saythose words.Wayne looks up at me with an expression of childish delight. I feel hishand withdraw from my pussy and watch as he lies back. I reach out tohis cock and grasp it lightly, sliding myself down his body, leaningover him. "Tell me I'm beautiful," I say, focusing my. Something in my brain told me to accept it, so I just... did.Over the next couple days his horniness would lead to the odd handjob here or there. Okay okay my horniness as well, now that I could no longer deny it. Each time it got a little easier and more natural. He had started wearing nothing but underwear around the house on a regular basis. And not his own underwear anymore, his mother's panties. It got to the point where I'd have to shut the curtains in the living room so neighbours. I started to laugh inside because I knew what Tad's comment was all about."What did you say? Do I like i****t? What the hell does that mean?" he asked Tad with righteous indignation."Well let me show you. A picture is worth a thousands words as they say." Tad told them as he put the DVD player on Bill's desk. "These are stills of the video you will be seeing in just a minute."Tad handed them to Jeff and not Bill. Jeff's eyes got big a saucers and he slowly handed them right to Bill. The.