"Well man, I've gotta get going if I don't wanna hear my date bitching." He let out a sigh as if he was about to undergo a great torture, then picked...up his jacket and left the room, once again leaving me to myself. "Lucky bastard." I mumbled to myself once he was gone. "If I only had half his luck with women." Then I shook my head and sighed, knowing that it was useless to feel jealous. After all, I already had a solution to the problem, if I could get up the nerve to use it that was. . That embrace … that long yearning, that need, that happiness. They cried, they laughed, and they dreamed of lying in each other’s arms that night, anywhere. The dunes, the boat, the bed, they didn’t care. As the urgency passed, she asked him, ‘Did you get my messages? I sent them every day.’ ‘No,’ he replied, ‘But I found a beach, covered in green glass, all beautiful in the sunlight and every glass pebble scrubbed and polished by the tide. I knew you were thinking about me and missing me so. Also, she shouldn’t bite it until it is proven that it is really the banana.My daughter instantly agreed for this challenge. The moment she closed her eyes, I kept my finger over my chest as a tent to resemble it as banana. She opened her eyes and saw the bulge over my chest. She took in her mouth. The moment her lips closed over my finger (over the bedsheet), I started moving my finger in her mouth.She said she lost and said it must be the finger. We repeated this 4-5 times with the finger and. She slowly started directing me, now it was cool talk as I was in full flow of sucking. I slowly brought my hands forward and held her boob and Prema ma’am got a little tense and told her that its it was normal and not to worry, don’t you see babies holding and kneading the boobs while they drink the milk, it’s the same way, and that was my next step I started kneading her breasts. My sucking made her tits sore. Half hour past and her right breast were kind of relieved. She immediately changed.