Then with his first stiffy, he had started to rub the stretched fabric of his pants initially with dubious care and ministrations. He felt a surging u...ge to explode, to yelp aloud, to thrust and to rub and to pet and to squeeze his organ. His organ that had blossomed and engorged into a living python. It felt like the centre of his being and yet a separate entity to his body yet one that controlled all of his responses. Thusly he had sauntered up to the mirror pulling the pants down over his. O I tend to do a different look every few years. :-p *ponders* No, I’d better not try singing a lullaby. It’ll only bring nightmares.’ I wondered how she react to me being the evil guy and laughed. ‘:):)* laughs*.. And don’t worry about the lullaby, ’cause I love horror. I practically sleep with them. *evil laugh*,)’ She was getting more interesting already. I racked my brain for something metal from my collection with a scary title. ‘No wonder you dared to talk to me. :-p *sings Die by my Hand. She took his long, white prick in her mouth and sucked him as I fucked her. The sight multiplied my pleasure a hundredfold, and as I watched I imagined enjoying those sensations myself. My rhythm quickened, my penetration deepened, and her body pushed down to meet mine in perfect synchronicity. At last I felt the aura as my climax began. Not ready to finish quite yet, I stopped. ‘What?’ she asked hoarsely. ‘I didn’t want to spend already. I want to wait and spend when Frank does. And you. Aamhi doghe kantallo ani bungalyacha magchya bajula gelo. itkyat jorat valvacha paus suru zala. aatya mhanali ki ithe asa adhun madhun paus yet asto. aamhi doghe chimba bhijlo. aatyacha bra aata clearly disu laagla hota. aamche je thodefar kapde baget hote tehi bhijle karan aamhi te kulup kholnhyacha nadat pudhacha bajus theun aalo hoto. teva aatyane mala bungalyachya kitchenchya khidkitun aat jayala sangitla. tyani bungalyacha mage jo varanda hota to banda karun tyacha kitchen banavla hota. mi.