For picking up the pen i decided to keep my hand on his thigh & pick up my pen but i was scared in doing so & my heart started beating faster. With lo...s of courage i stood near him and kept my hand quickly on his hot thighs & bent down to pick my pen, i came up after picking pen but didnt leave his thigh. I noticed that he his eyes were closed & he said nothing to me. With more courage i moved my hand a little upwards and then just my hand touched his cock.As my hand touched his cock tip, i. Woh mere pati (Rahul ) ke land se kaafi bada tha ..maine use haanth me liya aur uske tope ko apni jiebh se chhua .. Papa tan gay ……. Maine us land ko apne muh me le liya …….. Uuuuuuuuummmmmmmmm… kitna maze daar tha … mera pura muh bhar gaya tha ……. .Umm……mmmmmmmmmmm………hh.a.mmmmmmmmmm. Main maze se chus rahi thi . … papa bole “ beti late jaao.. “Main uthi aur bistar pe leet gai……… meri sasu meri chuchiyon ke saath khel rahi thi woh hamar hausla bada rahi thi ….. Maine papa ke saamne late ke apni. ‘Go left here,’ she unexpectedly said. ‘All right,’ I replied, obediently turning into a country lane. ‘Where are we going, and what’s all this about?’ ‘It’s so beautiful down here,’ she replied dreamily. She was right. The lane wound through the rich green English countryside on a glorious June day. We approached a quaint country pub that I thought might be our destination but Connie simply sat there silently drinking me in and showed no desire to stop. The lane took us into a wooded hollow. "I'm thinking of going around the house like this all the time, Richie," Sandra cooed. "So I'm always ready for you. You can fuck me whenever you want as much as you want."Richie swallowed hard. He forced his gaze upward. He recognized nothing in her eyes. She was a complete puppet."I'm all you need. Have me any way you want. Use me."Richie panted. The words bored straight past his brain into his raw libido. Tendrils of black slithered like tentacles towards him, writhing in the air in unholy.