I had a couple of bottles of Moretti waiting for them on the coffee table. We made our way to the sofa to await the delivery guy with our Italian meal... no way was I going to waste time preparing something. It arrived as expected at seven, the guy appeared to be more than pleased with my attire, judging by the bulge in his jeans. We finished our food then returned to the sofa for a short while then it was up to my bedroom for playtime.Al swept me up in his muscular arms and carried me upstairs.. I bow myself out with a slight inclination of my head, pick up my bag and make my slow and painful way to English.Somehow I ended up being the first person to class. Mr. Gill has already arranged the room into a discussion circle, one chair suitably furnished with a big white towel. I go to sit down."That was very brave of you Aaron." I look at my English teacher and he looks back, a mark of respect in his eyes, "I hope things get better for you." Thank you Sir."And, appropriate as ever, Mr.. Usko dekh k mera lund ikdm se lhada hogya or usne dekh ek smile di or boli kya hua me bola kuch nhi . Phir wo raat hum dono thodi baat kiye usne suddenly puchi ki koi gf hai?Me kaha nhi yr to bolti chal jhuta me kaha le mera mobile dekh le whatsapp wagera pe b to bolti la de wo dekhi or boli thik hai sahi bolra tha utne me bola me bathroom jaakein aata hu cz mera lund usse dekh bohut sakht hogya tha wo boli thik hai me bathroom me aake masturbate krhi raha tha or thoda moaning b krra tha ta b. “ “Maybe your mom will help you off with that bra.” Amy leaned towards her daughter and reached for the clasp in the front of her bra. Using two hands she unsnapped the bra and slid it off her body. Brad, Amy and I looked at my daughter. Her breasts were magnificent. Pear shaped, seeming to rise up and point in opposite directions and topped by two of the puffiest nipples I had ever seen. I hate to admit it but I got an instant erection gawking at my daughter’s naked tits. Brad looked at Amy.