” I joined my hands to let me go. [Sir, why are you doing this to me. Don’t harass me. I want to go. let me go.]“Pehle mere ling ka darshan to k...r. Pehle ise apne haathon me pakad. Phir sochunga.” [First I want you to see my cock. Hold it in your hand. Then I will think.]“Sir, aap kaisi gandi baatein karte hain.” [Sir, you talk so dirty.]“Saali. Tu apne jism ko dikha kar, apne boobon ko chooswakar, mujhe garam karke mere is laude ko khadake jaana chahti hai. Aaj to main tujhe itni der tak. We cuddle up as spoons. -- Finally I get warm with his hot body heat.I feel different next day when we wake up. His arm is around me. Marina's arm around Paul.I wiggle a bit with my bums on his crotch. Does he still have a hard-on? How long can it last?------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- We soon get an occasion to be together in privacy. At my place. The landlady out all weekend.We turn the. My stepson Richie simply towered above me, his shoulders and arms even better developed than his father’s, his tummy equally flat, his legs thick and strong.But on his undeniably handsome face was the look of a child still, as if his body had gone ahead and developed itself without his mind having anything to do with it. The longer I looked at that face, the more I persuaded myself I could see his father’s presence but I have to confess it wasn’t immediately obvious.I took him through to the. In my imagination time passes unchecked, I feel like this is all something special, just for me, until I look up to see your eyes. You’re watching me! You’re doing this deliberately, taunting and teasing me, knowing I can’t chase you up, not just because this is at a distance – it’s all in my mind as well. How frustrating! Still, two can play at this game!I struggle to maintain a semblance of concentration on what you are actually saying to me as my imagination takes the words and runs far,.