" Ugh, don't call me ma'am. Call me princess!" Yes, princess," I said sheepishly, not wanting to ruin any chance her actually letting me have an orgas...."GO!" she said, standing over me with her hands on her hips as I knelt on the floor of my own bathroom, stroking my cock.Oh, how my cock had missed the simple act of being stroked! Precum was just oozing out, providing my own lubricant. My hand and fingers slid over the shaft and I imagined standing over my Ex, thrusting my cock deep inside. The first time I fisted her was after a long fuck and she was so turned on that my hand actually just slid right in. This was amazing since it took so long for me to be able to just fit my whole cock inside her and later on I wouldn't give her as much foreplay for her pussy to open that wide and so I would have to repeatedly punch her pussy until my fist finally went in.One of the more aggressive times fisting her was when she was on top riding my dick with her asshole and she just leaned back. ”“Haan bol kya baat hai?”“Kuchh nahi yaar aaj tu college ayegi nahi aur main bhi nahi jana chahti par samajh nahi aa raha Mammi se kya bahana karun?”“Kyon kya baat hai?”“Kuchh nahi tu hogi nahi tu akele mujhe achha nahi lagega.”“Are yaar tu mere ghar aaja na?”“Par tum tu kah rahi thi ki tum aaj din bhar apne bhaiyya se?.”“Haan par abhi bhaiyya ek ghante ke liye bahar gaye tab tak tum aa jao fir chali jana.”“Par yaar fir main kahan jaungi?”“Achha tu aa tu sahi ghar pa main tera dil bahla. He finished up and headed away from the market area which lay towards the east of the city and headed towards the western area close to the docks. Henrys visits to west Kingston were usually short but he always had at least one reason to stick around longer. He walked down a street, turning a corner walking onto the boardwalk he looked ahead and saw a small building with a sign hanging blowing in the wind. The bars name was Ramona’s and it had been one of his favorite bars since as long as.