Then you can tell me about it!"The blessed normalcy of High School stepped in the next day and realigned my life into something resembling its usual o...der once again. A very nice 'Hello, I missed you!' kiss in front of the school from Ginny certainly got my mind focused on the rest of my reality.To be honest, I was not finding the challenge of my Freshman year much of an actual challenge. I had never had to work hard to 'get' the Science or Math, and memorizing dates and facts for History or. A year at Teaching College followed. Discipline was applied almost as much as it had been at school. We could not permit behaviour of tomorrow's teachers to sink to the low levels of deviates who practiced streaking, let alone hamboning. So even this pastime was now lost to me. Fortunately, a quite pleasant girl, call her Gwen, thought she recognised me from Uni, although we had never shared a class, and due to my escapades there, thought I might be interested in being the male stripper at an. When we both were alone at home, I asked her about gtalk, she said Jawani ke mazey le rahi ho, Social reasons se Zubair se shaadi nahi ho sakti, par suhaag raate toh manaa hi lete hai. She said, aapne life mei bahut kuchh miss kar diya. Her bua {my wife} always remained sick since past many years and i didnt have much affairs outside, just 2 times had sex with office colleagues Tina and Bubbly, one case was where Tina’s husband was impotent, so she took my help to get pregnant. But that was. I love my son’s hot lips on my breasts. He made my body shivered with pleasure chills.“God, your breasts taste just as sweet as your pussy, mom.” He said while breathing heavily.My pussy felt like it was about to explode. I was having an orgasm from my son.“Shit, I’m cumming, keep sucking on my breasts. Ahh…” I screamed.I cum, and I squirted my pussy juice all over my son’s dick. I was a total i****t slut. I cum from fucking my own son, but the pleasure still kept my senses aside. I was a.