"I am sure they would all love it if I played with their cocks like I play with yours!".I teased his balls with my other hand. "But this is Mommie's s...ecial treatment for her Son, and her Son only." I told him. His head was back and his eyes closed, he was now surrendering to my lustful control. And it was control. I could probably get him to do anything I wanted him to do while I was giving him his expert handjob.Just then I noticed a woman who I presumed was a teacher, leaving the school. . . Maine bola k mai koi jugaad kr dunga. Mai bi khush ho gya k mujhe bi mouka mil skta h use chodne ka. . . . Fir aise krke kai din nikal gye. Ek din maine use cll kiya or bola k tu use mere gao me le chl vha humara tubewell h vha koi ni rhta din me to usne bola thek h. Mera plan kam krne lga nd ek din vo mere sath apni gf ko lekar gao nikal gye hum dono drink krte h to maine ek bottle daru ki le li thi. Vha phauch kar maine undono ko tubewell ke room me baitha diya or bola mai kuch khane ko. Through the mist of your crushing thoughts, you manage a faint smile as you leave the pretty girl alone. Although she smiles back, it can't cover the concern written all over her face. Your brain tells you to stop, to seize the chance, to break free, to take the helping hand her eyes are offering you, yet its desperate pleading gets swallowed by the noise-canceling of your headphones, leaving you exposed to your heart's self-destructive craving.On the short walk, you register a faint noise in. In spite of my disgust, my cock started to twitch in my pants.The girls returned to the table, and I retired to the den to tend to some business. A half-hour later I heard the TV in the living room come on, and figured Kimmy and Nikki had decided to relax for a while from their studies. A few minutes later Kimmy strolled into the den and plopped down on my lap. "Whatcha doin', big boy?" she said, wrapping her thin arms around my neck and licking my face."Just some catch-up stuff." Bo-ring." She.