Leaning down and flipping a short length of rope around each boot, tugging both back behind the beam, he ties that rope, forcing her boots to spread, ...traddle the beam, her flushed face and swaying breasts framed almost impossibly upside down between her tautly stretched legs, As he steps out of her sight, she struggles, twists, gasps for breath through the mouth gag of her wadded panties as the wooden timber scraps against her back’s bare flesh. Lightheaded, everything upside down as. Mare hear beat fast ho gae ya sab dahk kar kuch samhj nahi aa raha tha ab kiya karon . Mare himmat nahi ho rahi thi nechay ane ko koi half hour tak sochta raha phir himmat kar kay nechay aya or awaaz kiya bagair ghar main aa gaya . Or dahka mom kay room ka door thora sa khola hoa tha . Or mom kay bed par baba bed kay saath take laga kar bhaitha hua tha or oski dhooti uttre hue thi bilkul naga tha . Oska light brown lund …..Uuuuufffffff tobaaa ….. Koi 6 inch ka soya hoa oski thigh kay oper tha. She came when she joined me on the floor and I kissed her with a mouthful of her own piss!These things I remember!I get up off the stool, but lower my head and lick my own juices from it. That simple kinky little act takes my mind back to the mornings I woke up in her arms and kissed her, tasting my own juices on her lips.Or the mornings when we were probably both a little drunk from the night before and we'd enjoy a wet sixty-nine. We'd bring each other to a mind blowing climax, emptying our. " "You think so Stan?" "How can you doubt it?" "I...uh...I feel pretty." Stan got up from the floor and poured me another drink, which I also downed, nervously. "I would be really surprised if you did not feel pretty, the way you look. Your are one foxy looking chick." I blushed. "Thankyou." Stan got me another cigarette and lit it for me. I noticed that he was treating very very differently. I was being treated like a girl, not a boy, and, I liked it. He lay on.