My hands dictate your mood which is completely serene. Your hands leave the keyboard and become relaxed by your side with the palms upward in a tantri... pose. My fingertips move to caress your temple making you even more sleepy, you close your eyes; trusting me completely that I will not harm you. My hands sink lower to your neck and face, still massaging softly and covering your eyes so the only sensations available to you is touch and sound. You murmur to me how much you like this and ask me. ***] ‘Blimey, Dad, was you wounded as well?’ ‘No, Art, that day I never had a scratch on me, other than the burning to my lungs from the gas. We had gas masks but they were useless and you couldn’t run and draw breath at the same time in them. We couldn’t put them on until after we had dug in and set up the Lewis guns, by that time there were only three of us left unscathed and you need two men to fire each gun.’ ‘It must have been horrific, Dad.’ ‘It was a nightmare, Art. We were up to our. She seemed to have enjoyed it by the redness in her cheeks as she smiled at me.”We may have to make quickies more regular when Sara comes to live with me”she said”boy I needed that”. I guess she decided to let Sara move in when her lease expired at the end of the month .“I hope she shares,” I said, pulling my condom off and letting it drop to the floor.”She might “Amy said “either that or I will have to find another young man” then kissed me after seeing my semi hard cock . “Man you guys sure. She was damn hot on that day in her red saree she is little short as i am and her chubby cheeks was so sweet and her size is 36C-32-36 my boy raising slowly wen she is walking near me getting down from train i called her by phone and instructed her to behave like a stranger to me and stand in the bus stop near by like waiting for bus she obeyed and stood there and i also informed her to get in the bus in which i’m getting in.I was waiting for 29C white board as it will be always jam packed.