Obi Wan barely managed to block the first stroke but was soon driven back.Backpedaling he was forced to give a lot of ground, as he twisted and dodged...trying to avoid Demus' blade. Seemingly simple movements by the Dark Lord proved far more deadly than Obi Wan had given him credit for.Each time he avoided a strike it was a near miss. Burn marks on his beard and clothing attested to how close some of them had come.The smell of his own burnt hair and sweat filled Obi Wan's nostrils. As the fight. Kneeling on them she release my hands only to cup my balls and pump my hard dick. Holding my balls firmly she begins confidently pumps my shaft; making long steady strokes. Every time she reaches my dick-head she grinds it a couple of times. Just like using a pepper mill. Each grid has my hips thrusting but she is determined to pump my shaft to her rhythm. Like her sister yesterday, she knows what a man needs to bring him off. All too soon she has me ready to blow but Jacky shows her skills of. I still had issues with her for taking me to that place but I also knew that I was a consenting adult. I could have and should have said no. Yeah she was right, I wanted my itch scratched. My problem was once I got started, I couldn't say no to anything.I wondered if Mary Ellen had guessed, or it had been a surprise to her. Well I would ask her, if I ever talked to her again. In the meantime I had the Gypsy Allen thing hanging over me. All though it really wasn't mine to be concerned about.. Aur wo mujhe dekhne mere kamre.Me ekdum se aagaye….Itna jaldi hua ye sab ki me apne kapde samet na payi aur uncle ne mujhe puri tarah nangi khadi dekh li….Unhone mujhe upar se.Neeche dekha apni mucho ko taav diya aur kamre se chale gaye…Me hosh me ayi..Tab realise kiya ki kya hua abhi yaha….Utne me uncle fir under aye…Par is bar darwaja khatkhatake….Aur bole ” kuch madat chaiye toh mujhe bulalena” aur wicked si.Smile deke nikal gaye..Me itni kamuk thi ki maine bhi unhe return me smile di…Unhe.