’ ‘You nick them for…’ he wagged a finger, ‘Shame on you!’ ‘Oh I know,’ she said with a sideways grin, ‘but it’s better than me st...angling them after all,’ Emboldened by the new candour and her own curiosity she asked, ‘ are you… err… seeing…’ ‘Nothing at all, I’m always too knackered to go out somewhere to find someone, then there’s the babysitting, the innuendo, any amount of pity from everyone that isn’t single themselves.’ ‘Oh tell me about it,’ she said with an understanding but very. *** My panty fetish started when I was sixteen. Of course, I lived at home with my parents and like all boys my age I had an obsession with the new kit between my legs. I remember staying up until the early hours of the morning, engaging in mammoth masturbation sessions. Having my family round meant I often had to tug when I got the chance, bash one out quickly here and there when I got a spare 30 seconds. But at night when everyone had gone to bed I would stay up late, stroking my cock for. Maine bhi kaha thik hain aapki marji aur bua mere kamre main aayi aur niche bistar lagane lagi to maine kaha kya bua mera bed kitna bada hai 4 log bhi aarama se so sakte hai aur tum niche so rahi ho tab bua ne kaha nahi beta tumhe taklif hogi isliye maine unki baat kaatate huye unka bistar uthakar bed ke side me daal diya aur kaha bed par so jao nahi to main aapse baat hi nahi karoonga tab bua ne aakar mera gaal chum liya aur kaha mera pyara beta abhitak natkhat hain. Aur wo bed par let gayi. I didn’t want to take a stranger’s dick in my mouth, that too in a pandemic situation like this. So, I kept my mouth shut. He requested me, “Please open your mouth, dear.” I nodded, no.He said okay and just rubbed his dick on my sweet pink lips like lipstick. After a few seconds, I wasn’t able to control it and I opened my mouth slightly. Seeing that, he immediately shoved it in and I was shocked with my eyes wide open.My co-passenger guy then fucked my mouth nicely and I started to love it..