You get to do it next year." He cupped her elbow and led her past the kitchen, down the hall and across the threshold of their bedroom. "So to begin t...e Sweetning I want you to take a bath. I've got the water ready and when it's time I'll come and get you." Michelle smiled. "You're sure you don't need any help?" "Nope." "And you don't care that all I got you for Valentine's Day is cheap chocolate and a cheesy card?" Pete chuckled. "Nope -- next year though, I expect you to roll out the red. My aunty during that time was a 36-year-old widow. She was like a hot mallu heroine. Watching me masturbate she decided to teach me a lesson. So she laid a trap about which she later told me. One fine day she told that she was going to her friend’s house and will return at the night time. Seeing the opportunity I started doing what any man would do.Then suddenly she came from behind me and caught me in the with her panties. See her I couldn’t stop myself as I was about to climax. Just when I. It was hard but too big and heavy to stand up. It was very dark and had to be 12 inches long. It seemed to go down to his knees. His balls were just as dark and were huge too. His body was hairless and he groomed himself down there. He had well defined muscles in his stomach and legs. A perfect male body. I knew he wanted me and I was a little afraid. It was so long that I knew it would all fit. I hoped he would be patient. He knelt between my spread legs. My pussy was soaking wet and open. He. "If it tastes good, I'll eat it." Kenny smiled, running his hand up my thigh as he reached for the plate.Tracy blushed at the innuendo and sat back, crossing her legs. "These are good," she approved, "did you make them yourself?" I'm a good cook." Kenny replied, scoffing his cake and massaging my crotch simultaneously. "I love to cook. Cooking is my life!" Cook, you say?" I said, patting his hand over my hard-on."Yes, cook. What'd you think I said?" Kenny pouted, squeezing my balls."It's just.