Just then our flaming dessert arrived. It was an ice cream cake covered in meringue that had been baked, brandy poured over it and set alight. The who...e restaurant applauded as the waiter brought it to us, flames high in the air.It looked and tasted fantastic.By the time we were drinking the last glass of the two extra bottles of bubbly, I asked Greg, realising that he had drank rather a lot and probably wasn't fit to drive, "have you got far to go home?" No, not really, but I think we'll walk.. ”“Oh Mrs Howells is well satisfied, aren’t you darling,” Mr Howells replied, turning to his wife.“Y….y…yes,” she stuttered, “well satisfied.”“Oh that’s excellent,” David replied, “l would ask you to recommend us to your friends but Mr Dobbs has decided to retire and wind up the business before moving to Spain. If there are any problems at all though, please don’t hesitate to contact me,” he said, taking a piece of scrap paper from his pocket and borrowing a pen from Mr Howells to write down his. Being the nice guy that he was, Desmond sat up and gave her some more time. Whilst there, he lustfully glanced down at the beautiful woman in front of him.He loved big women, and Abby was certainly a big woman. Slowly he ran his strong hand across her big, flabby belly up to her large jiggly breasts.“Mmm.” He reached up with both hands and fondled her soft breasts as Abby slowly came to.“Oh god honey… so good… I came so hard…” Abby breathed heavily as she looked up at her loving husband.“I. And I am here to tell you fantasy stories of my life in. I was thinking about sex since I was in class 12. This is my 1st fantasy story with my Marathi teacher. I am 22 now and a regular reader of ISS now since quite a while.I stay In Mumbai. I have a muscular body with 8 inches of my tool. If any girls aunties of any age wanna do sex with me then you can mail me at Also, give me feedback about this story.So let’s get started. So the heroine of my 1st fantasy Story is my Marathi teacher in.