He paused to re-position her slightly on the pillows. “Stay there, honey, while I fetch the communion cup.” He stood up and went over to the w...rdrobe, coming back almost immediately. Again he started his massage of her back and admired his handiwork as her bottom glowed fiery red. “Communion time,” he whispered into her ear and she felt something cold between the cheeks of her bottom. She thought it was an ice cube and let his hands rub the coldness between her cheeks. They probed. Were you and my mom roleplaying?”He sighed and wiped grease off his hand. “Yes, a little. We thought you were sleeping.”I shivered a bit. “With you and Mommy roleplaying, no wonder I couldn’t sleep. She is so gorgeous. You are so lucky, Dad,” I said, emphasizing the Dad part.“She is great,” Nate said, “and that’s why I don’t want to fuck this up.”“It’s kind of unfair,” I said, going into my argument.“What is?” he asked. “That I get to have sex with your mom? Don’t worry, Jake, you’ll find. Sudhu o keno proti ta meye e tai songe songe nighty tuley or babar mukher samne gud fak kore suye porlo.Amar soshur toh nijer meyer rosalo baal bhora gud dekhe jhapiye porlo chatte tokhon amar bou er se ki awaj ufffff aauuuuu more gelam r parchhi naa maa goo tomar bara ta amar borer theke onek beshi mota chude dao toma nijer meye k r parchhina control korte.Actually amar soshur er uddesho etai chhilo r uni seta te sofol holen. Ek tan mere songe songe nighty ta puro khule amar bou k sompuro. Earlier in our relationship I would have begun with hard sharp smacks but now I understand the importance of warming her up, of bringing the nerve endings in her arse alive, of gradually increasing both the strength and tempo of the blows and of giving her periods of respite and affection.I use the brush first; dragging the teeth across her skin, watching her arse redden, covering the whole of the surface of both cheeks and down to the tops of her thighs; all the while being careful to avoid.