To wo bhi maan gai kiu k use dar k sath mann bhi tha gand marvane ka. Fir maine use bed pr dogy style mein hone ko kaha aur maine condom pehn liya fir...meine apne lan ko Sonia ki gand pr rakha aur wo kehne lagi k jaan dhire se krna ye tumhare liye he hai pyar se krna. Maine kaha fikar mat kro dard hoga halka sa bt fir mja aaega mein Sonia k gand pr apne lan se pressure bnana shuru kiya but uski gand to tight thi bahot mujhe bhi problem ho rahi thi, maineDhaka lgaya to Sonia ki chikh nikal gai.. “Get undressed,” I demanded. She slowly slid out of her skirt, tights, blouse and bra. “When was the last time you were with a woman?” “In College, that would have been 1982.” “Your room mate?” I queried. “No, my boyfriend’s sister,” she responded. “Nice,” I said, “Very nice. Come undress me,” I commanded as I dropped my robe to the floor. Her mouth dropped open a bit as she looked at my near perfect body. She walked over and took off my heels and my skirt. She then slowly pulled down my thong.. She tried to bite his lip but he pulled away. Again, he went for a kiss, landing one firmly on her lips. While she fought again, she wasn’t as ferocious in her struggle. She moaned softly as the kiss turned from a defensive maneuver to a romantic, passion filled kiss. Her tongue darted into his mouth. He thought that he had finally cooled her down a bit. “You know I love it when your Irish gets going.” He looked into her eyes and saw that she had blown off all the steam she wanted. He kissed. ........that first happened on the day our twins were born and that was the first time I saw Patrick cry.....and Dad was crying along with him as they hugged Sam who was standing between them twisting his ball cap in his hands “happier than a Blue Jay in a field of sunflowers” one of his many quaint expressions and just as thrilled, Sam barely managing not to cry now that he was a grandfather; the dear sweet man that he is. I mentioned a third small miracle.....an astonishing sharing of.