In his mind he heard Bobby sob behind him, at being rejected.All this was too much; he turned quickly, and plucked the child from the floor before he ...new what he was doing. He held Bobby close, and kissed his forehead, and said quietly, "I won't leave you Bobby," in Vietnamese, as silent tears trickled down his weathered cheek.Lam came close, after hearing in her mind, her husband's exclamation. Her free arm went around her husband of almost thirty years, and pulled him tight. He reached out. Oh well. If I can’t get the real thing, this will have to do. He tells me to lay back on the bed, close my eyes and let him do the work. I put the handfree headset on the phone, lay down, close my eyes and let this unknown man with the deep sexy voice talk to me. He starts by telling me how he would kiss my lips. Slow, deep, soft passionate kisses. I could actually feel his lips upon mine. His tongue slowly tasting my mouth, my tongue, my lips. He says, ‘Can you feel me baby? Feel my tongue. Aap kya kar rahe ho mere sath?Main mana karne ka natak karne lagi. Papa lgaataar meri chut chatne lage.Papa – Oh, Moni tum ko bhi maza aayega.Woh fir se chut chatne lage. Main ab papa se khush ho gayi.Main – Oh, papa agar mom ne dekh liya to kya hoga? Oh, mujhe achha lag raha hai.Papa – Tu dar mat. Teri mom ke sath roj aise hi karta hun. Woh bhi bohut khush rahti hai. Teri chut to teri mom se bhi mast hai.Main – Oh, koi dekh na le.Papa – Aaj sari raat tujhe pyar se chodunga meri jaan. Koi nahi. It was not completely erect as it tumbled into view."So what is it going to be, honey, you wanna lick the head of it or not?" He grasped it at the base and shook it at her as he spoke. Fran said nothing, she couldn't. Her pussy was wet; she could feel it soaking her slacks. She stared at the thick purple head as it slowly began to expand even more. Even in the almost dark room, she could see the lubricating droplets form across the slit. He was standing at the opposite end of the couch,.