“But it looks like you remember a thing or two from my book,” Dad said glancing obviously at my crotch, which sported a cylindrical bulge pointing...northward.“Yeah, it’s kinda hard to forget,” I said red-faced as I tried to hide what couldn’t be hidden. “No pun intended.”“No worries, Charlie. It’s good to know that my writing has a positive effect on guys. Believe me, when I was writing that thing, I stayed hard the whole time,” Dad joked. “Listen, why don’t you go ahead and take that copy. My. Jaipur ki koi b aunty n girl mujhse contct kr skti hai.Meri id hai and friends mujhe fir btana ki kitno ne story padh kr muthi mari n kitno ne apni chut me ungli ki..Ab sidha story-Bat tab ki hai jab maine 12th pass kri n engineering me admission lene wala tha isi silsile me mai bhopal gya,waha mere papa k ek frd ashok uncle rhte the.Wo ek bank me manager the n aunty clg me teacher.Unki ek beti thi ruchi,aaye haye kya maal thi dekhte lund ulti krne ko betab ho jaye.Cute sa face,gori,5 feet 4. .. whip it in, whip it out, and wipe it! She confessed, a bit shyly, of her lack of satisfaction recently, but added that actually the girls in the Club were straight, and got their sexual kicks from plain and fancy heterosexual balling, though they turned to with a will on initiation nights, many hands making light work, as it were."Huh, too many fucking cooks screwing up the soup!" said Karen with a dainty snort and a toss of her head that sent ripples of green through her black hair. "Tell. As Mike went out to his party, Natalie pulled out her dildo for a long night of fucking herself to the image of her son’s cock in her mind. She started around 6pm that night. She was horny and she shoved the dildo up her ass without a second thought, no lube. She enjoyed the pain of it. She had been going at it now for about, 4 hours and decided she’d stop with this final orgasm as she yelled her son’s name one last time, unaware her son had seen and heard her.Mike moaned one last time, his.