Ek din ki baat hai. Mami ne mujhe apne ghar pe invite kiya. Fir maine apna kaam khatam kiya, aur main soch hi raha tha ki kya pehnu mami ke ghar jaane...ke liye. Tabhi unki call aa gayi. On call :-Mami: Shubham, aap aaa rahe hai na?Me: Haa mami, main bas aa hi raha hu. Main soch raha tha, ki kya pehnu, tab tak aapne call kar di.Mami: Aap jo bhi pehan lijiye, aap ache hi lagenge.Me: Acha mami, aisa hai kya? To aap aisa karo, apna favourite colour bata dijiye. Main wahi pehan loonga.Mami: Mera. They would let me do anything I wanted as long as Matthew was involved. Matthews’s friends were a different story. There were about 6 in the group we hung out with at lunch. Three of the accepted our friendship with no problem the other three was more skeptical. Not liking that a little kid had broken into their cool circle. But they would never question Matthew. He had said the first day he brought me to the table this is my new friend peter, and he is going to hang out with use from now on.. I spit again on my hand and let it dribble over his head. He stands up and in front of me and I stroke him with 1 hand and he tells me to pull his ball bag with the other and I do and look up to him and see how he is happy with what i do to his cock. After I stroke him a few more times before he takes his cock in his own hand and i lean back in the sofa and do the same and he is grunting hard but I am quiet as we both pull our meat. Not long and he is cumming and it hits me on my chest and. "I'd like you to take me to your bedroom," I said, squashing the cigarette out. With that, he lead me through his house and to the master bedroom. I told him to sit on the bed as I looked around the room. I glanced over the clothes in the wardrobes and drawers, noticing his wife's clothes were very plain. White cotton panties, functional bras, long dresses and jeans. As I looked I came across a lone bag in the bottom of the wardrobe. I recognised the label as a very high end lingerie brand..