My father caught us. He was enraged. But he did not kill the boy. He cursed him. The boy would never cum again, for the rest of his life. As for me, m... mother cast a spell on me. Since my virtue, as well as my worth as a wife was gone, she cast a spell on me. I would live forever if I consumed the lifegiving sperm of one man a day, every day." I can feel your cock stretching me with each stroke. It feels a little harder than a minute ago. I wonder if you are on the verge of exploding. I tickle. This incident brings backs memories as it happened a few years ago. I was with Neha at the time, me being a young 23-year-old and her a mature 30-year-old woman who had recently moved to Delhi for her work and didn’t know anyone.One reason or another lead to our paths crossing and our meetings increased. But right from the first meeting, our chemistry was undeniable. I was a virgin at that time (something she was more than happy to take ;) ) and soon our sex life was amazing, though limited. I. They’ve got a good name for them in the States. Jocks, I think they call them. Probably after the jock straps they use to keep the family jewels safe on the playing field. Always worried me that one – I remember reading somewhere that testicles are mounted outside the body to keep them cool. Tying them up out of the way surely must stop the airflow and to my mind could lead to some serious overheating. Well, can you think of a better excuse for not running around the sports field like a. I turned my attention back to the movie. A few moments later and out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that the blanket had shifted.Curiosity got the best of me, so I turned my attention back to Kamal’s lap. The cover’s had shifted enough to show that Kamal had in fact had his cock exposed. He had a raging hard on and it looked as though he was pleasing himself. It took a moment for me to realize that it wasn’t Kamal’s hand on his cock, it was Ritu’s. With the pot still in my system, it took.