M 25 saal kaa ek gay aadmi hun. M muscular hun. 8 pack abs bhi h. and meri FACEBOOK id – h. aap mujhe request bhej sakte h. meri story jo m bataane ...aa raha hun wo kuch is tarah h :-ye baat tab ki h jab m 23 saal ka tha. ek din ghar per raat ke time m computer per work ker raha tha. To mujhe kuch aawaj sunai di. Ye aawaj kisi cheez ke gir ker tutne kit hi. To m bahar gaya to dekha ek gamla tuta tha. To pass mein mne ek billa dekhi to mne socha jarur ye isi ne kia hoga.Ye soch ker m ander aa. He reaches up and slides his fingers into her hair as she places the cup back on the table. Lightly turning her head he leans up and presses his lips to hers, the passion high, it is but moments till he tastes the sweetness of the cocoa. As Tony settles back again, She feels the slight rise and fall of his breathing. She finds comfort in that, a sense that all is right tonight. Reaching around almost subconsciously, his fingers slide out, lightly gliding around her breast. The blankets fall. My covered legs slide easily against each other and my right legs justsort of hangs over my left leg. I find myself rotating my ankle like I'veseen woman do. It feels... natural. But more importantly, I feel better; mybreathing returns to normal. My mom wipes the sweat from my forehead. "Doyou feel better now?" she asks. Does she know what's going on? How couldshe not be aware of the bulge under my skirt? I've heard kids at schooltalk about when a penis gets hard. They call it a "boner". Does. It was maybe 5 minutes before she came out dripping water everywhere. I walked her back into the ensuite and grabbed a towel. “Here Amy, dry yourself” I said. “You dry me Sally. I want you to dry me” she said. I towelled her down and admired her naked body. She really was beautiful. Nice pert boobs, shaved pussy and such a sweet smile. “Sally, why have we never made love” she whispered “I have wanted you for, like, ever”. I smiled “Amy, it is the wine talking. Come and get your nighty on and we.