I got a tight slap again as I did not spread enough. He again went away for a few seconds and came back. My husband then put a few ice cubes in my pus...y. I like the cold feeling in my hole. He then hit me with the cane again. I spread my legs further.My husband then fingered me with three fingers inside my pussy and dripping water.Just after a few minutes of fingering, I was wet again. He bit my clitoris with his mouth and I moaned hard and said, “Stop, stop, stop Shambhu.” But, he knew well. I was almostas big and as hard and as ripped as they were. That I wasn't wassomething I knew was only a matter of time before I caught up to them -and then beat them at. My arms were huge - at least triple what Istarted with - and the veins popped out as I flexed in the mirror. Thesissy still grinding on my cock moaned at my apparently giving her ashow and begged me to keep it up while I fucked her some more.Instead, I stumbled back and my cock came out of her with a squishy"pop" sound. It was not the same as with Charlie and could never be the same. I was shit scared as I knew that I really didn't have a clue about the real gay world in which my future undoubtedly lay. Charlie had been the one who had originally come on to me, that day when we were alone in the showers and proposed that I fuck his hole and I had never given any thought as to how I would find an alternative harbour into which to dock my cock now that Charlie was but a memory: and a fast disappearing one at. Waise sach batao jab main aapki gaand ko chaat ta hu. To aapko aacha lagta hai ya nahi.Mummy – Ha beta aacha lagta hai. Magar woh jagah to gandi hai na. Kahi tu ye sab woh gandi video se to nahi sikh hai.Main – Mummy, aap bhi woh videos dekhti ho. Mujhe to ye malum hi nahi tha.Mummy – Ha kabhi kabhi tere papa ke sath dekhti hu. Usi mein ye sab hota hai.Main – Ha mummy usi mein hota hai. Magar mujhe lagta hai. Papa ne sirf aapko woh video dikhayi hai. Kuch kiya nahi hai waisa.Mummy – Ha hum dono.