I told her I was much too old for a girly lamp likethat, but she just laughed it off and told me it was therapeutic. Iwasn't going to argue. She also ...tarted buying me Barbie dolls andstuffed animals. Again telling me it was therapeutic. I asked her if itwas for me or her, as I certainly wasn't going to spend time playingwith Barbie dolls. Though I did catch myself a couple of times changinga dress, or admiring her swimsuit (once!)Mother slowly started purchasing girl's furniture, like my. Even I college ,i did fondle boobs of my batch mates, seniors alike.I had even spanked few asses,moved ma fingers over those hairy pussies,milked and sucked those brown juicy nipples. But I never had a chance to to let ma monster dig through a real tight pussy.However long after my college days one fine day ,when I was staying in Bangalore ,i did get a chance to have my desire fulfilled.The story is about those awesome moments I spent with my neighbor shalini.Well shalini and myself had a habit. Our shell company in the Caribbean has a new motto,” I informed him.“Well spill it,” he said.“This is actually sung by a sexy chick, but here goes. ‘No stems, no seed that you don’t need, Carolina Gold’s a bad ass weed’.” I sang in my not so sexy voice.Mike laughed. “How much did you buy?”“Shit I have no idea. I just invested some of our pocket change,” I admitted.Mike stared out at the floating Ice around us for a few minutes, then said, “It is just a little too peaceful here. With a little. I stroked her hair while she worked, enjoying the sensations and the visual.We moved over to the couch and I sat down and she laid down on my lap, and began suckling my puffy tit anew. I reached down to her pants and undid the button and zipper so I could plunge my fingers into her slit as she enjoyed my tit. She was sopping wet.I took three of my fingers and dipped them into her moisture and stroked up, enjoying the feeling of her swollen pussy lips and already hard clit. As I pressed my.