When I was 17 a turning point came in all our lives. My dad decided to marry Munmun and keep her as his second wife. At the time my dad was 46 and Mun...un 33. They got married in a small ceremony at home attended by some friends and relatives. I was embarrassed beyond measure but had to silently accept. On the suhaagraat my mom dressed Munmun up in a stunning red saree with lots of jewellery and kajal and her hair was tied up in a huge bun with a huge gajra( jasmine flowers) tied around it. I. . . touching boy's cocks can make them shoot their semen all over . . . that's for sure.”"Is semen the same as cream?”"Uh huh and jism and juice and most often cum . . . all sorts of names."Is talking about stuff like this exciting for you and mom?" For me . . . yes . . . for mom no." He went to his menu and accessed a story from earlier in the week."Why doesn't mom like naughty pictures and dirty stories Daddy?" It's kinda the way she was brought up honey. Anyways, we'll get back to the. "Got a bit if a situation," Kurt replied. "I know, I felt how tight your muscles are. Now turn over so I can fix it," she demanded.As he turned over, I saw the massive teepee that the shorts formed, along with a huge wet spot at the top. Cristy slid her hands back under his shorts and started stroking his cock. She then went slowly from the bottom and stopped at the tip. She pulled out of his shorts and licked up her fingers. I was aching to touch myself or join but I didn't want to ruin a good. While roaming the campus, we talked about our relationships and pasts.Then she said, she needs to go to rest room. I showed the way but we were in PU(11th and 12th) block, so no one would come here as it was a holiday for PU students. As she went to the rest room, she winked at me and entered the rest room. I don’t expect this to happen. I was in a dilemma of whether was it an invitation or a friendly gesture.But gaining some courage, I went following her. She was there in front of the mirror.