Your womanly cream squirting and coating my face, drowning me in your sweet honey. You moan in protest as I take my head from between your trembling l...gs, but not for long once you realize I’m carrying you to the bed. I drop you unceremoniously onto the blankets and crawl on top of you, our eyes filled with a mutual predatory lust for the other, and we begin to strip each other of the rest of our clothes. Your top gave way to reveal a yellow demi-bra that matched your thong as you tugged open. Main aksar unke ghr jaaya krta tha .Main unko yaad krke hi muuth marrta tha or kbhi kbhi unko touch v kiya krta tha or aunty ne v kbhi mujhe kch nhi kha tha ik din main unke paas gya or apni pent ki zip lgwani thi laker aunty k paas gya or unke boobs suit main se bahr a rhe the mere lund khada ho gya or unse batte krne lgg gya aise hi batte krte mjak main aunty ne bola k aise kya hatoda mara jo zip hi tut gyimaine smile di or maine bol diya k htauda hi marra tha or aap ki yaad a rhi thi is liye. “Derrick,” Mr. Price continued and I noticed he had a strap in his hand, it was evil looking. He was holding it flaccid against his thigh, “tell me the truth.” “Yes sir,” was his only reply. “Why Derrick?” “I don’t know sir, it just seemed like fun.” Mr. Price was very quiet. His face betrayed nothing. I wasn’t sure if he was going to lose it, but was afraid that he would. “Get your pants off and get over this chair,” Mr. Price said pointing at the overstuffed chair in the corner. Derrick. She understood my motive behind my move. I asked I can see her palm. She asked me if I knew astrology, but I said I wanted to see her life line alone. While holding her hand, I started admiring her fingers, and her nails. I told her openly that she has long admirable fingers, and I played with my two fingers as though a spider would walk on her palm. She seemed to be enjoying it. I took her hand close to her chest and said, I wish I was her neighbour. She asked me what difference would it have.