She stroked the cock, directing the lessening spurts into her mouth until the man was dry. She collected the semen pooling over her tongue, and closed...her lips, daintily kissing the tip of the penis looming over her face. The man stepped back, stuffing his shrinking organ back into his pants. "That was fantastic, thank you very much." Missy could do little but smile close-mouthed up at him, and wink. He turned and moved out of the small lavatory. Missy stood and checked herself in the mirror.. Wwoh toh mere sasur hai! Unka lund mai kaise le sakti hu!? Chai banane bhul jaathi hai aur babuji ke lund ke baare mein sochte sochte udhar hi ghum ho jaati haiKuch der baad babuji chai lene kitchen mein aate toh woh kya dekhte hai? Idhar toh Daya apni sari upar karke apne shaved chut mein ungli kar rahi thi. Aur babuji ke naam ke swaas chodh rahi thi. Babuji Daya ko iss haal mein dekhar unka lund ekdam khada ho jata hai!Aur woh apne saap ko lungi se bahar nikalkar muth marna shuru kar deta. I heard the soft footsteps behind me.“Did you enjoy the show, Mrs T?” the quiet voice said as she entered the room.“Wh… what?” I stuttered as I turned to see Julia, my son’s girlfriend, enter the room dressed in one of his rugby shirts. On her diminutive frame it was almost a dress.“The show… what was it you went to see again?” she asked as she stepped up to the cabinet beside the sink and opened the door reaching up for a glass.“Oh…” I began feeling the colour rising in my cheeks, as my eyes. I think that the violence of this attack has traumatised her. That's all and that she'll get over it. Don't worry. I'm quite sure that Dr Surridge did a brain scan as well and that the neurologists will have looked at it by now."She looked at him gratefully."Did she tell you what started it all?"Sally nodded. "He came home the night before pissed as a fart but she managed to get him to bed. She managed to get him on the move the next morning but he was badly hung over and in a foul mood. He.