I was turned on by his touch.“You are wet,” he said, and I felt embarrassed. How could I get wet? I wasn’t doing it for fun or pleasure. I was j...st trying to make him stay with my mom.I guessed that I was wet because he was fulfilling my desires too. My mind was not enjoying it because of the fact that he was my mom’s boyfriend. I never loved him and I was doing it just to get things working between mom and him but my body was responding to his big cock. I was getting wet realizing that and. I regular reader of your site and enyouing the story very much. My english is not good so I write doun the story in english and hindi this story started when I am only 15 years old.My name is ranj and I lived in kolkata I m not very good looking person but my body is atletic body. That is my all introduction .so we start thy story .I lived in government provided room where one of my anty lived in my neverwood who is very good looking. Ab hindi me challo karta ho. Unke house me 4 person rahte hi. Most of all he hated the feeling of helplessness; having to walk with a cane, the loss of mobility. He hated knowing that despite all the surgery and therapy in the world he would never run again.He made his way from the VA hospital, across Sixteenth Street to the parking garage. Though he was only parked on the second level he broke his own rule and took the elevator; he was just too tired after today's therapy session.Waiting beside his Ford SporTrac was a familiar woman and Brandon found. Over the years I have allowed some of the mass to fade but my tone and shape is still every bit it was then.My very young brunette secretary enters my office and knocks quietly on the door frame, "Mr. Doe, are you ok with my leaving early."I look up and admire the short beauty who with her cute smile, shapely curves and amazing intelligence will undoubtedly rule the business world in a few short years.With a warm smile I scold her playfully, "Please Holly, I have asked you many times these past.