Her hugs very tightly.”chithi wat is this me ur son”.She pleaded me”plz sugra satisfy me.Iam unable to control after seeing u”.I said”chithi...this is wrong”.He just got angry”hey sugra howlong i manage mysf wdoup a mans care.Bt i didnt lik anyother men.Now i got a man u.If u doesnt satisfy me.I wil suicide me”.I am shocked nd decided to satisfy her.Nw i hugged her tightly their is no gap for air in bewet me nd chiti.I felt the softnes of her boobs.I pushed her ön bed.I kissed her nd drink the. Diya secretly saw it but did not say anything she kept watching tv.After a while she told me to fetch some water. I got up with a tent in my boxer and she laughed as I walked towards the kitchen. I was very embarrassed and couldn’t look at her while giving her water. She turned off the tv and told me to sit next to her.Diya: why are you walking around with a boner?Me: well I don’t know what to do with it.Diya: didn’t anybody tell you what you do with it?Me: no…Diya: from how long is this. I imagine it was that I like the look of them on girls so much that I pushed past my 'non desire' for nylon to actualy put a pair on. It also probably had to do with the fact that pantyhose were getting much smoother and stretchier right about that time. So for a huge part of my youth, I would sneak pantyhose out of my mom's 'old pantyhose bag'. I think every woman had one of those back then. I don't know if it was because they were luxury items back in the war day or what, but literally. Eventually it was at full mast with pre-cum dribbling from the end, which smeared Lucy's fingers, then she pointed it toward her face. Finally looking me first in the eye, then back to my cock, she moved forward, taking the end into her mouth, sliding it over her tongue to the back of her thoat."Oh Shit!", I said in a breathy voice. A slight chuckle came from the others, who were enjoying the spectacle and now clearly delighted by my loss of control. "That's it Lucy", Helen said. "He won't last.