Wo dhire se boli naa ye galat hai..tum mere bhai jaise ho..maine kaha chup ho jao..par me tumhara bhai toh nahi huu..tm bahar jo krti ho wo thik hai a...r me kar rah hu toh galat..batau kya sabko..toh wo chup ho gyi…uski khamoshi mere liye khushi ka pal tha…bina kuch soche maine boobs dabana shuru kia.. uske naram naram manuke jaise nipple hard hone lage the.uski boobs ki narmai ab kadak hone lagi.wo feel karke toh mera lund underwear me fad fad krne laga. Wo raat toh neend aane tak aise hi. He sat down on a folding chair and said “Knee down sweetie, I am going to show you how to pleasure a man. If you are good all you need to do is use your hand.”Nodding, I knelt down in front of him. I could see his pants were tented from where his erect penis was struggling against them. “Unzip my pants Molly” he commanded. With a shaking hand I unbuttoned the top button and pulled down the zipper. “Now pull my penis out.” I worked it through the hole in his boxers and out through his fly. . A kind of government imposed culture. We begin our tale at the advent of this initiative, concentrating on several individuals to develop a broad perspective of the lives humanity lives in this Orwellian world.(All characters unless otherwise noted are 18+)Sectors (thus far, feel free to invent one):Sector 17: Sappho InitiativeDefining Characteristics:Solely FemaleUbiquitous HomosexualityUbiquitous MisandrySolely populated by women who have undergone "Sappho programming," resulting in a deep. “Oh, hi, Mr. Smith,” said Susie cheerily, looking over at him from beneath Jim as he shagged her, his balls slapping her ass vigorously.“Oh fuck! Mr. Smith!” exclaimed Bob in mortification, struggling to put his cock away.“What is going on over there, Harold?” calls Mrs. Smith from their backyard.“Stay over there, Martha. I’m handling this,” commanded Mr. Smith gruffly. He looks down in disbelief at the tableau before him struggling to understand what was going on. Jim noticed the new.