I took my time, prolonging the moments I had left, trying to think of any way out of it.Out of becoming a cocksucker.Other than the stigma and shame, ...he taste repulsed me most. I doubted I would ever be able to eat a banana again without thinking of his cock in my mouth.I didn't want to touch it with my hand, somehow that seemed even more gay. After all, we both had hands.My head stopped close enough to feel the warmth of my breath on it, inhaling his musky scent..."It's not any easier. His cock, alreadystirring, became hard, and a part of his mind reflected on his wife'sability to excite him despite their long time together. A wisp ofShakespeare spoke in his head: "age cannot wither nor custom stale herinfinite variety."Giving him another kiss and a playful grab at his cock, she said,"Down, boy! We have the whole day ahead of us."He got out of bed and moved towards the open suitcase. (They had notyet bothered putting clothes in drawers.) She spoke with a delightfulhint of. She surrendered all the way now as i kept thrusting into her fine pussy. She bit her lip to keep herself quiet. Halfway through she stopped me and pushed me off suddenly before straddling me and forcing my length deep within her. She rode my like a possessed woman, holding me down as she fucked me merciless to her first orgasm. She gasped for breath as she fell back on the bed. I grinned and picked her up, turned her over onto her knees and drove back my length deep inside. She bit down on the. He said Smita ji we are handling the problem and trust me nothing would happen to you this is my word.I really didn’t know what the fuck was going on. It was 2:15 am in the morning and I was riding with a cop for some fucking thing. I was not bothered about my parents because they were not there, but was sitting with the biggest problem of my life.As we reaching the hospital he parked the bike, and the other cop was waiting at the corridor itself. He told me to wait back. At one point I thought.