. Woh joor se bol rahi tha .. Haaye mere boobs ke kaat ko unke choos lo meri jaan .. Mein babhi ke navel pe kiss karne laga aur bite karne laga woh ou... of control ho rahi thi.. Phir mein unki silky sexy thigs ko lick kiya aur dheere dheer unki clean shaved choot tak pahuncha .. Kya mast choot thi unki meine unki choot pe much laga ke suck karne laga toh woh mere baal pakad ke mera face apni choot pe dabane lagi, aur joor se bolne lagi ” sssss aahhhhh chato meri choot ko aur joor se andar tak. I was held completely in the thrall of extreme lust. Would this delicious moment be over if I moved or spoke? There was no way to know so I just felt it like it was a part of me. Fingers spread those lips wider as the lapping tongue increased its invasion. Occasional long, pulling sucks marked the juncture of thigh and mons. That mouth was fully on me now and my body pressed against total pleasure... Wanting more. Needing more. The tongue explored and licked and fucked me over and over. The. ” The landlord laughed as he carried the glasses inside. “I know, but it doesn’t stop me dreaming,” replied Charles “That’s all you’ll ever do Charlie. That sort of world isn’t for the likes of you and me. Those money people would never welcome us in, except as slaves.” Fred the landlord struggled to balance glasses and bottles together. “Maybe you are right Fred, but I wouldn’t mind being her slave.” “You be careful of women like that boy, you might get burned.” The landlord shot. It was great, but something was missing. Kirsty. I realised I was missing seeing her, hearing her, and it was becoming so that I couldn't get her out of my head. How had this happened? How had she got so under my skin?Kirsty was also featuring more frequently in my dreams, less disturbing dreams in one sense - she wasn't being raped! - but more so in another way - they were increasingly featuring Kirsty and I being intimate. It was not unusual for me to wake in the early hours of the morning,.