”“Keeping score?” I chuckled.“No, I want to know more, and I figure that’s the best way to find out.”“So meeting the king, having machin... guns pointed at me, skiing in Austria — you don’t care?”“Boring stuff, in the end. And not particularly relevant to us. Save it for ‘Show and Tell’ at school!”“I don’t think I’m in second grade any more! High School doesn’t have ‘Show and Tell’!” I chuckled.“True! But a lot of people will care about that stuff. I don’t.” she said sweetly.“Here’s the list,. Tu bada acha malis karta hai.. Ab aunty mere samne kamar se upar tak adhnangi thi … Black colour ki panty me aunty ke boobs kay mast lag rahe he… Mera pura badan kapne laga tha.. Dar mat jidhar haat lagana hai waha lagaaa… Aunty mere hat pakad ke apne boobs ke pas je jake boli…Mene apne haat aunty ke boobs par rakhaa.. Aur dhire se malis karne laga.. Aunty ne apni aankhe band kar lithi…. Me bhi aab garam hone laga tha mera land bhi aaj pant me shararat karne laga … Muje aunty ke boobs ka. "What was supposed to be an intimate moment between them became a lesson for Laynie. It wasn't how Joel had pictured it, but the night was young. He was still upset at how some guys treated women. He admitted to himself that her asking questions and looking his cock over had really turned him on, though.Laynie came back in with a warm wet towel and a dry one. She tended to Joel, washing his softening cock and tight balls. She mused at how his ball sack shrunk and was tight to his body now.When. I just want to hear how you managed to pull this off.”Lisa wasn’t sure how to answer and luckily, Steven spoke up so she didn’t have to.“Well, Sir, if I may. Lisa is one of those rare people born with God-given charms. I would go as far as saying she and her son literally charmed the pants right off him. She gave it her all, working above and beyond to bring this account home. I believe...”During Steven’s little speech, Mr. Carlson looked from Lisa to Steven back to Lisa, his eyes now focused.