Aryan: behen ki loodi kahan chupa kar rakhi thi ye chuuchi, kehte hi main uske boobs ko chusne laaga uske Brouish nipple ko lick karte karte nipple ek...umTanna gaye fir chooste choote Rose bite kardi, Meena:Bhadwe harmi saale kuute ki taraha kaat kyo raha hai Aryan: Maa ki loodi buck buck mat kar, kehte hoe maine petticoat ka naara khoola or haat uski panty ke uppar se hi uski coot per rakha or usne mere haat ho aapni doono tango se dabba liya or machalne laagi Peticoat hatate hi wo black panty. " That's it. To start with I've never really forgiven him for divorcing my mother. I loved her and still do. She was my bedrock because she was always there and yet, for some reason, he got custody. I don't know why." Why did he divorce her?" Adultery." True?" I don't know. Possibly. She didn't contest it and she was alone a lot." Did she move in with a man?" No. She went back to her mother. She didn't marry again until five or six years later." Hmm! How soon did your father marry again?" Six. We still have a drink of tea or wine but then we fuck. The best part is the only time I see Mona is Sundays and she does not pester me or get jealous or anything. It is so laid back. We just end up at her house with my dick in her cunt and we have great sex and I leave. I fuck my girlfriend the rest of the time. About a month goes by and I am at my granny's house. She calls me to her room. She had just got out of the shower and to my surprise she is laying on her side on the bed, naked. Those. Can you do that?” I hesitated. I struggled. Just thinking how all these eyes would watch me behave like the most wanton, submissive slut for my beloved set free waves of shame - delicious waves of shame. “Like in Venus in Furs,” she whispered, “let me be your despot. Let me toy with you to my heart’s desire. Like in the Story of O, let me show you off to whomever I deem worthy. Let me bask in your submission; let me get drunk on the power you give to me. Will you gift me that pleasure?” She.