." He turned, and saw what he had been waiting for, what he had been fearful of. The man. The beast. The Immortal. Sarachan. Or, to give him his full ...itle, Sarachan The Endless. He was tall, dark. Hair flowed like an endless waterfall to his waist, jet black and poker straight. He seemed to suck the light into him, the air blurring and twisting as he moved towards Brentt, the grass parting as he approached. His long raincoat flapped in the wind, slower and more deliberately than it should. So with that being said are those the underwear you plan on wearing?" Leah questioned. "Why does it matter? I'm sure that Heidi isn't worried about what I have on under my jeans or am I wrong?" I asked thinking that dating is sure a lot of work compared to what I remember. "It's important that you are looking good when you take off your clothes daddy. Let me have a look at what you have in your drawer." Leah told me as she crossed the room. Leahs hand rose up holding my bikini thong. "Do. (But this isn't one of those stories; in this one I'm already a devoted cock sucker from the git-go, except for these several flashback paras.)I couldn't explain it, even to myself, but those stories, that theme, made me incredibly hard. My orgasms from reading that type of stories were more intense.Although once I'd come, and the head on my shoulders regained control of my body, I was ashamed at what I'd read, and how much it had turned me on.The problem was, I'm a supplier of replacement. Wo hasne lag gai nd me bhi fir nahane me lag gaya nd wo din pura nikal gaya raat hui aaj me unke sath hi rajai me odh ke betha tha nd wo leti thi.Fir mene apna ek hath unki jangh pe rakha or sehlane laga wo mujhe dekh ke isharo me mana karne lagi kyunki sab wahi bethe the bt me to apne kaam me laga tha fir mene dheere se unki sadi upar kari or sehlane laga kya mulayam jangh or per the yrFir me pet sehlane laga or thoda aage unke muh ki taraf jaa kr unke boobs dabane laga wo ab shayad garam ho.