He decided not to come home and thought he could get away with it. Fuck that.When he crawled into bed, I turned my back on him, and I didn’t speak t... him the next morning. I scowled at him over my coffee. He tried to kiss me and I didn’t move, except for raising my eyebrow and then turning back to my computer. I started writing a story about a hot Mexican guy who gets mauled by a jaguar. It was cathartic. I wasn’t giving in quickly. He had had his fun the night before. I would have mine today. . Pehale to me ne useke baal khol diye fir uski head masage karate karate me useke chahere tak aaya kyr raasile hoth the useke! wo aakhe band karake relex ho ke padi rahi me bich bich me uske hotho ko bhi chu liya karata tha ho halka sa muskura detithi.jab me useke chahere ke nich aaya to wo boli dear ye top nikal do tabhi mene uski chain kholi to kya dekha ke usne pink colour ki bra bahani thi aur useke boobs tane huye bahot hi sexy lag rahe the fir me useke badan ki masage karane laga tabhi wo. "We can't do this Billy" she said. "It isn't right. Yesterday was a mistake. Lets just move on past it". Kim heard her words coming out of her mouth, yet she was still playing with her son Billy's cock. Because of this, he knew she didn't mean what she was saying. Kim was not stroking up and down on his cock, massaging the shaft and pinching the head when she got to the top. "Besides, Dave is here. He is out in the living room. He will hear us." she said as if pleading so her son would not make. He introduced himself as Marcus. Marcus and I sat on the couch, and chatted about my work and his (he was a musician) and Chicago and my small town and my love of younger black guys, which he found amusing. I couldn’t help but look at his crotch — naturally — and my jaw opened wide again: I could see the outline of what looked like a foot-long tree trunk in his pants. “Oh my god,” I said, as I looked down. “Is that what I think it is?” This wonderfully deep-throated reply came from him: “Oh,.