The months fled by working close to Jayne we had developed a strange relationship not Mother and Son but as close friends we dined out at least once a...week nothing happened apart from holding hands, once or twice we took in a movie when we sat my arm automatically went around her shoulder and yes we did kiss when we got home it was Mother and Son the guide lines were never breached.Jayne had insisted the usual company Christmas dinner dance which she paid for went ahead the hotel was booked. The sharp tension of his body held in the throes of cumming bucketsand flooding my insides left his shoulders flexed out like boulders, his bicepspumped out like soft balls under his skin, and his chest jutting out over me likemountains of tense muscle. He looked like a cross between a professional body-builder and a proud gorilla with a ruggedly handsome mature face. As the spasms wracking the big man's huge hard meat that would have lookedmore proportionate on a horse finally began to. Mai masti mai chaya hua tha kuch bhi khas nehi hua but dost believe me first incidence tha so mera masti satwe asmaan pai tha .Bus abhi mera najar pada mere samne khada bande pai ,mujhe laga use doubt ho raha hai . I am conscious now .Maine uska haat hata dia ,lekin wo pphir haat laga raha tha,mujhe laga sala mujhe phasa dega .Mai age badh gaya driver sit ke najdik and wohan pe khada ho gaya .Wohan se dekha banda kya kar raha hai.Wo wohin pe khada raha gaya .Agee nehi badha use bhi sayad doubt. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = * * * * * * * * * * * * Welcome to my blog. I asked Master if I could have a blog. He told me that I was just an exhibitionist slut who wanted the whole world to see my ass. I told him that was true, but what I wanted for a blog was more like a diary for all the world to see. So, he said I could create a blog.Master wants me to post everything interesting that goes on in my life but with the following rules: One, he is the moderator for my blog and has to.