Once inside I led her to the spare room. It wasn’t palatial, but it was comfortable with a queen-sized bed and a small en suite shower room.“Get y...urself settled,” I said, “I’ll make some coffee and we can talk.”Helen joined me in the kitchen, and I placed the coffee in front of her. I put cream and sugar on the table. As I suspected she took both but hadn’t wanted to say last night.Helen was short. About five feet tall. She was slender, with short blonde hair. Her face was elfin with a small. After the second lot I shuffled over to the sofa and sat down while she carried on with it, now giving me a gentle wank when she wasnt sucking on the end of my knob. Each time she did, she did it for longer, moaning to add vibrations to the intensity, squeezing my balls at the same time, so that my pubic skin, her knickers and her chin were all soaked in her slobber. Nearly ten minutes in and she forgot about licking the rest, concentrating on the head with her bobbing and licking, sometimes. Ek din dad ne dinner table par sabko bataya ki wo parson ja rhe hain .Me bahut khush tha,kyunki me mom ke sath akela rehna chahta tha. Dad ke apne jaane ke baare me announce karne baad maine dekha ki wo mom ko naughty si smile de rhe the or mom bhi thoda shrma rhi thi.Dad bole : Surbhi aj room me jaldi aa jao dher sari packing karni haiMom: are packing to aap khud bhi kar sakte hain naDad: kar to sakta hun par saara jor kya me lagaunMom: chalo aaj me bhi laga deti hun aapke jorOr fir dono hasne. "Is the spit-roasted chicken the only poultry on the menu?" I asked."Yes -- it's very good," she replied."I don't want to eat a whole chicken." They're small." But still..." I scowled at the menu. "I hate having to pick it apart, and there's so much waste with the bones and skin and all..." That would go to waste whether it's picked apart by you or the chef," she retorted."Yeah -- but in this case I'm paying for it." You'd pay for it either way." I came here for dinner, not an argument," I.