It was obvious to her that Betsy was frustrated. The fact was that she sort of supported Gary in what he was going to do. Her father had done it when ...er husband had come to pick her up the first time.“You’ve got to let the men play their little games,” Alice said.“Why?”Alice said, “One day you’ll be a mother and you’ll appreciate it when your husband does this.”“I don’t like it now.”“Neither will your daughter,” Alice said.Gary sat at the kitchen table with his pistol in pieces and his. I went back to playing with his puckered hole, but this time i used his own juices to lube him and i told him so. Pulling his arse cheeks apart i slowly lowered my face, i could feel my own hot breath on his skin. I was so wet by now that i could not stop myself. Very slowly i started to explore this hidden part of him with my tongue, gently swirliing and licking, i entered him with my tongue, there was no resistance, i started to probe him as deep as i could, how long could i keep this up. Baad mein jab hum lunch kar rahe the tab merinazar achanak unke breast pe gayi,tab mene dekha unka bra strap blouse se hutchuka tha aur woh saaf dikh raha tha,suma Ne turant mera plate cheenke kaha mujhepata he tum mere breast ko dekh rahesharam nahi aati itni choti umr mein aisekarte hue. Jao tumhe khaana nahi milega mein uthke apne room mein gaya aur sogaya baad mein laghbhag 5 baje meri roomka darwaaja khula aur mene dekha sumakhaana leke aayi thi unhone mujhse aur mene unnse maafi maangi. “I’m better than okay. I’m perfect.” I blink back the flood. “You’re perfect. This is perfect.”I hook my ankles behind his thighs and pull him into me. My grip around his back tightens and we kiss. It’s hot, and wet, and breathless.His body moves above mine, hips lifting as he eases back before pushing in again.“If it’s too much – too anything – you just say, okay?” he offers.“Okay,” I whimper.It feels like nothing else. Like nothing I’ve ever imagined. It’s so physical, so tangible, the push.