"For the same reasons you were criticizing me, and for fulfilling your -sure outraging- needs."I, once again, imitated her words, saying: "Here I am, ...hatting with you, complaining to you, telling you what bothered me, only the last two are missing-out!"She gazed upon me, and we stared into each other's eyes for a few minutes, then she got up, I saw her checking on her mother, she returned and locked the door shut, and sat very close to me.I, suddenly, leaned forward, and sucked her lips hard. With that being said, let me begin the first truth:I am David.(the truth begins like all truths,...simple enough)Born in 1969, in the Denver General Hospital to Gary, and Mary at Nine Thirty three PM on November 23rd.When mom's water broke, and the contractions had begun Dad was already tipsy.Mom says dad had to stop on the way for cigs, and got so caught up in telling the cashier about my arrival that it took twenty minutes to get a damned smoke. In her impatience to get to the hospital, and. Linda was pushing her clit against my tongue, his dick nailing her with no mercy. He had great stamina, he made her come many times. From time to time, he would raise one of his legs for a more comfortable thrust and this would make me breathe easier.After a while, her trembling body finally couldn't take it any more, she cried a few tears of pleasure and shouted "Please cum, cum now...I can't take it any longer". I could hear in her voice this begging tone, asking for a break, it was too much.. His tee always flaunted his chubby chest. My father when they met used to tease him telling that he is lucky as he can see boobs whenever he wanted. Once my father had to go out of town for a month on a business trip and my brother had his exams so he couldn’t come home. My father asked vashishth sir to let me stay with him and he agreed.He only had one bedroom home so we had to share bed, the he told me that he used to sleep naked and would also sleep that way if I didn’t have any problem..