”Dadaji dhire dhire aage piche hone lage. Unka lund dhire dhire mummy ke gaand ke chhed ke aander bahar hone laga. Meri mummy apne dant se hoth ko d...bayi. Aawaz ke sath unka bada sa lund ka adha hissa mummy ki gaand ke chhed mein jaa raha tha.dadaji ko sach mein shayad bohut anand mil raha tha. Aankhe band kar li thi aur mummy ki gaand mar rahe the. Kuch samay tak dadaji aise karte rahe. Mummy ko dard hone laga toh unhone apna lund meri mummy ki gaand se nikal liya. Mummy ki aawaz band ho. ‘You dropped you, uh, your omamori fell, and…’ she held it out to him. ‘My what…?’ He yanked back his sleeve, checking where his badges dangled from the lanyard around his wrist and surprised to see that it was indeed missing. ‘Thanks, coulda lost it for good.’ He rewarded her with an endearing smile that sent a tingle of pink energy twitching down into her abdomen, and as she passed it to him her hand lingered a moment longer than necessary. She wanted him. Wanted to know him, possess him, to. Main ny dedi k boobs py hath rakh deye our dbany lga pher ek hath dedi k boobs k andar dal dya ufff nangy boobs py pehli bar hath gya maza hi aa gya dedi bohat garm ho gai our kehti bhaya mummy aa jy gi our main ny kaha drwaza band hy pher main ny thori our masti ki our kamez k nechy sy hath dal dya dono boobs dbany lga vo bhat garm ho rhi thi pher main ny us ky gal py hont rhk dye our kis karny lga achank dedi ny mery honto p honth rkh dye or chosny lgi ufff kya nzara tha main dedi k boobs dba. I repeat my previous promise that any child born to a woman in my care will be treated as my child, whatever genes he or she may bear. Once Theresa's current child is born, and she is ready for another, I will give her a child of my seed and blood, to go along with the child of my heart that she now carries."I love her, and began to do so even before I first took my pleasure from her body, even as I love and loved all of you whether we had joined physically first or not. She serves me and loves.