. Wo siskiya leti hi gai.. Aahhhhhhwwww… Aawwuuuchhhhh… Wo bol rahi thi… Rohit u r great… Or karo.. Fir maine dhire dhire uski chut k pass apn... ungdi firane laga… Wo moun karne laggii… Mere baal uske pakad liye….. Or khich rahi ti…. Fir maine 1 finger uski chut me dali or rub karne laga… To usne mera sir pakad k uski chut pe rakh diya or boli ki chato meri chut ko.. Aaaahhhhhhhhh….,oooooooohhhhh…. Yessss yesssss…… Me meri toungh me uski chut rub karne laga… Uski chut puri gili ho gai thi…... .she very carefully placed little Shannon into the crib at the bedside, (she was sleeping soundly)and then moved back, her hand sliding across my chest and down over my belly....she gazed into my eyes as I lay close and our lips met-a feeling of electricity shot through me as i felt her tongue probing into my mouth, my own responding likewise, and our lust growing. She was moaning as my hand began to massage her large, heavy breasts more firmly now, our french kissing more passionate as i. Being a rake or a cad was rather easy for me I suppose. I’m not saying that I am proud of being a cad. It just happened I guess. I do know that my mother would not have been proud, and most certainly would not have approved of that lifestyle or attitude. I am writing this in 2016. As I said, I am 43 as of this writing. The story I am going to tell you takes place in the late summer of 2010. It was a weekend that ultimately changed my life, and put me back in good standing with the memory, or. ."Right on cue Jake said. "Fine. I'll take that bet. You win, I'll suck your dick! You ain't gonna win though"The guys all busted up with this.While they laughed I said "Fuck you. I'm not making any fucking gay bets. Get someone else to suck your tiny little dick..." Ooooooooo", the guys all chimed in. "Jake? You gonna take that shit"Jake looked at me seriously. "You know, I didn't make you play shitty. That's on you. Stop being such a wussy and make your fuckin bet. But ya can't, can you?.