„It was a beautiful evening with you. I feel you want to continue it in bed with me and i want it too.But i am unsecure about my legstump. You never...saw it before and it could disturb you. I had such an experience before and i think at the moment i can only be intimate with you in a dark room.What do you think about?, is it OKfor you“ She looked him excited.Tom listened to her and got a surprised face impression.„Sam, i never thougt much about your missing leg.“ he paused. „But i have to admit. ” I did as I was told. Once I was down to my stockings, suspenders and high-heels, he reached out to grab me by the hips, and pull me towards him, so my butt was inches from his face. I could feel his hot breath on it, and his strong fingers digging into the flesh, as he crooned “So soft - so plump.” Then he spread my buns, and began to lick. My head reeled with the unspeakable pleasure of it - his thick, wet tongue slobbering between my buttcheeks, and probing deep into my rectum. As he grew. But as often happens, my mind wanders and settles back to the time I learned to write in block letters in early grades. Often during writing practice erudite teachers, had us hone our writing craft well prior to the current white boards commonly in use today and assign stints with chalk and huge slate blackboards. For me that was the highlight of the day. I became an expert drawing chalk, done at the correct angle, slowly across the slate so I could produce the most gratifying chalk squeal. I would like to share some of my experiences here.So I and my sister Riya work for the same company and she is reporting to me along with 14 other team members. We commute to the office by car mostly. I never thought I would be writing this about my sister but there is some sort of rush inside me which is making me do it.So, it was month-end as well as year-end and we all were loaded with work. It was appraisal time too. My sister as mentioned above was reporting to me and that was the day when.