Main mar ke dard ke sath hasti hui boli: Ahhh sorry sorry please maro mat.Rakesh: To kya karu bol.Itna kahte hue usne meri gand ko do taraf failaya. M...ri gand ke ched par thukne ke bad apni ek ungli gand ke andar puri ki puri utaar di.Main: Rakesh please…Rakesh: Gand nahi marne degi kya bol?Main: Nahi Rakesh, aaj nahi boli na kal hi tumne choda tha, aaj nahi please.Is bat par woh meri gand mein do ungli ghusa kar chodne laga aur main dard mein boli: Ruko warna…Rakesh: Warna kya? Hmmmm. Uncle Jim got me real confused by saying that, I did not know what he meant by that, did he mean, she is used to eating his cum? Or did he want to know if we were bisexual and lick each other? Or…or…, he really left me confused, I could not sleep for a long time, but I sure was so happy with the feel of his cock cream inside my pussy, I left it there, in me, I did not clean it or drain it, may be his daughter could lick it out of my pussy after all when she woke up.I seem to have fell asleep. The sweat was thicker on his forehead. It was forming shining beads. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry," he apologized weakly. "I guess the damn, damn itching is getting to me."Judy felt a surge of sympathy for him, but no regret for her outburst. She knew it was getting harder and harder for him to fight, and she had to keep him going, any way she could. Of all the symptoms of his disease, the worst was the itching. He described it as a creepy, crawling sensation just under his skin, as if the flesh was. Smell. This was where all my other senses came crashing down. The scent from her foot was.. well, it was heavenly. I'd smelled Emili's shoes after a day of work, secretly, and they didn't come close to this. I'd smelled her bare foot, after pleading, fresh after work. That still didn't come close to Shiann's intoxicating scent, the corn chip smell mixed with the musk of days-old sweat, blasting down my nostrils. It took everything in me not to inhale. I thought of holding my breath,.