Keep thinking about your breathing and the number on your forehead."He stayed quiet for quite some time after that. I did as he said and it was all I ...ould do to think about the various aspects of my breathing and keep track of the number I was envisioning on my forehead. Despite my best efforts, stray thoughts began to creep in as my concentration waned. Alek noticed my frustration."Go easy on yourself." There was a trace of amusement in his voice, "You're relaxing as hard as you can, and that. Geeta – Tera beta aaye to deep cut wali nighty pahan lena. Usko apne boob dikhana. Bolna ki meri ksmar mein dard hai malish kar de. Fir sone ka natak karna. Niche kuchh mat pahnana.Mom – Oh, mushkil hai yaar. Par try karungi.Geeta – Ok ab chalti hun. Tere bete ko bhi maza dena hai.Fir dono hans padi. Main bahar aa gaya. Maine Geeta ko car mein bitha liya aur chal pade.Geeta – Bade romantic song sunte ho. Koi girlfriend hai kya?Abhi – No. Koi hai nahi.Geeta – Yaar meri ek friend hai. Usko ek boy. Authors should tell me up front how people look, things like measurements and if the woman is a blonde, has big tits and a shaved twat, for example. I mean, otherwise, how am I supposed to know what to visualize?Anyway, the story was about a woman who was an inhibited, sexually inexperienced virgin when she got married, but with her husband's gentle tutoring, and big cock, turned into a wildcat in the bedroom. I clicked the button to leave a public comment.5Awesome story1/27/07 by AnonymousThis. Wanting to pleasure him with every fiber of my body, I relax my throat and slowly begin to take him in. I slide down him, feeling his firmness filling my mouth, until it reaches, then fills my throat. My nose pressed against his stomach, his hand presses against the back of my head, holding my there, completely his to use.My mouth full, face buried into him, choking on his thick cock until he releases me. I feel his hand move away and I pull back, taking air back into my lungs. I smile from ear.