Uski wife ka naam Megha hai. Wo bohat healthy hai, mote mote boobs, bhari bhari Gaand. Use dekhte he kisi k moonh me bhi paani aa jaaye aur lund khdaa...ho jaaye. Dikhne me wo saanwle rang ki hai per hai bohat mast. Main har roz shaam ko us’se doodh lene jata hun. Zyadatar time wahi hoti hai dukaan per. Dheere dheere meri usse baat hone lag gayi. Jab b main jata, usey Namastey Aunty Ji kehke bulata hun. Main hmesha uske boobs ko dekhta rehta tha aur ye baat use b pta thi per wo kuch bhi bolti. That’s why you made us lez out in front of Mr. Greenbaum!” I told her.“Was that what we were doing? I thought we were making a lonely old man happy and getting a drink,” Mandy looked at Julie, and they both grinned at my discomfort with this situation.“Look, we are all in this together. I can make your life miserable, or I can be your best friend. You don’t want to piss me off, Mandy!” I threatened her.“From where I stand, you don’t seem all that powerful,” Mandy regarded how I still had the. All tarted up, smoking like a total fetish queen. I thought about my neighbour being left high and dry (well, probably high and VERY damp!), but I needed the money shot! I sat reclined on my sofa, wanking slowly, and smoking extra erotically, admiring the shiny rubber and PVC clad vision in the 4 mirrors I always placed strategically, to watch myself in. The bright backlighting always highlighting my voluminous white exhales. My red lips and fingernails contrasting against the black, creaking. I continue to shake slightly, as I get up to my knees and push Ferg back, exposing his swollen shaft, which bobs up to my attention, its veiny redness glistening with wetness under the street light. As I take it gently in my fingers, I can feel the blood coursing hard through its length. I slowly slide my fingers up to the head and then back down to his smooth testicles. As I increase the pressure of my stroking, I bend over and lick the clear fluid seeping from the engorged bulb at the top..