P. dekh sakti hoon tumhare sath agar tumhe koi etraz naa ho to? ab ek baat batao yaaro mujhe kyo etraz hone laga koi ladki mujhe khud bol rahi hai ki ...ujhe tumhare sath b.p. dekhna hai mene b.p. on kar di hum dono dekhte rahe thodi der baad wo garam hone lagi. uske muh se azib si aawaz aane lagi mene uska haat pakad liya or use masalne laga uska bhi haat mere haatho ko masalne laga tha me dhire dhire uske shoulder tak apna haat le gaya use achha lag raha thaFir kapdo ke upar se hi mene uske. . You needed to taste itYou bend over slightly to come face to face with it. Never in your whole life have you seen one like that before..... In real lifeLet alone have one in your hands. You quickly make his bulging cock head disappear between your wanting and quivering lipsSucking. Nibbling. Then forcing it down your throat. Engulfing every inch. Wanting his whole cock in your mouth and wanting to feel his warm hard cock on every inch of the inside of your throatGrasping his balls. As if. One day walking home from school Trevon a 17 year old black guy came to walk home with me. We talked and I guess Trevon knew of my reputation and asked me if I wanted to come home with him. I'd never been with a black guy, I liked him so I agreed to go home with min. He lived in what we called a Low Rental building not the cleanest or nicest place, we took the elevator up to the 11th floor where he opened the door we walked in to this small apartment, he offered me a drink then made our way to. "What do you mean?" "I mean your website, your…Business." Mom was looking into my eyes and her sweet voice was a whisper. "Should I..." She blushed. "...May I call you Mistress Susan?" She was smiling too, a very real smile of the sort I saw on the faces of persons visiting my dungeons for the first time. Nervous and eager and just a little overwhelmed by the thought that their deepest fantasies were coming true. It was unmistakable. My mother was hitting on me. "Mom, I don't think…" "It's.