That’s when I spotted the tattoos. His arm was covered completely in ink. Up to the tip of fingers. Also, his forearm was thicker than my thigh. And...100% pure muscle. I took a sip of my drink and discovered, that it was not Cola. It was almost pure liquor. “What is that?” I asked. “That’s Long Island Iced Tea.” I never heard of it, but it tasted good. Sweet. “What are you drinking?” “Just water.” “Oh, have you already drunken too much?” “No, I don’t drink alcohol,” he answered and winked. My. Usne waisa hi kiya.rat ko 10 baj rahe the mohan ji aaye tabtak mai so gya tha.achanak usne mujhe jagaya our boli dekho na us room me kya kar rahe haimaine dekha ki mohan ji us aurat ka chuchi daba rahe the.mai bola deko tum o gande kam kar rahe hai.o durbin lekar dekhne lagi.mai uske piche khara tha usne fir bola ki dekhiye na o kya kar rahe hai unhe aap kyon nahi rokte hai.mai dekha to mohan ji uska saya kamar tak uthakar bur sahla rahe the mera bhi lund khara ho gya mujhe bhi maza aane laga. He pushes his cock into me and I immediately start to come, but he ruins my orgasm by snapping my garters onto my inflamed ass cheeks, sending shooting pains through me as he holds his cock still and all the way in, not stimulating my clit or anything else. I try thrusting, but his hips ride with me, denying me any sensation other than the smacking of the straps. When my weak, unsatisfying, frustrating orgasm subsides, he starts stroking into me, careful not to stimulate my clit. I feel another. "Are you hungry?" he asked, as I just shook my head, still floored that this man looked exactly like my dad, feeling a bit of shame as my crush transferred to him in an instant. "Let’s grab your bags and head home then," he said, as we walked to the baggage claim, retrieved my luggage and headed to the car. The car ride to his home was beautiful. The back country roads and the sweet smell of fall that floated in through the open windows, it was a wonderful change in atmosphere for me. My.