His first stop was for private business. The slave trader Elias had taken the captured pirates in commission. Elias was the son of the trader who had ...nce presented young Javila as a gift to the new King Odar. According to Javila, the old man had been considerate to his human stock, had not molested the girls (or boys), and had refused to sell young girls to the brothels. His son followed that lead and was considered sympathetic to the reforms of slavery that had taken place over the last. His image was the only one that could get me off this way. I thrust my fingers further into my hot dripping cunt. My toes curled, and my legs tensed ready for sweet release. Hearing my labored breathing and the whispers of his name that I always chanted threw me over the edge. I vaguely heard the front door slam shut as my hips rose and my back bowed with the last waves of this exquisite orgasm. From the vale of my afterglow I heard, "Hey Mom, what are you making me for dinner? I have practice. Garima: Ok Raj, let me help you get this shyness out of you.Me: How aunty?My friend’s mother stopped her car in a shady area with no one around. She said, “Raj, you are a nice boy and I want to help you.”I said, “But why have you stopped the car, aunty?”She said, “Raj, I know you are a virgin and till you touch a woman, you will always keep shying away from them. So I want to help you.”The milf aunty pulled me towards her by my t-shirt and she kissed me on my lips! I was shocked. It was a 2-3. It had slipped my mind as a lot of things did recently.I knew that I had taken care of presents for Thia, Jon, Mica, and her kid via Amazon, which might lessened the significance of any given date. I had asked them all what they would like, then ordered it when I was last home. At least I had been smart enough to recognize that I might easily forget something. I hadn’t expected it to be as large a thing as Christmas. I couldn’t even call to wish them a Merry Christmas, because I was afraid of.