We watched ourselves fuck for several amazing minutes. My best friend Megan was right on both points -- older guys could last a lot longer, and knew h...w to please their lovers. She'd be so jealous if she could see us now. I turned my attention back to my dad when I felt another orgasm begin to boil over. "You fuck me so good, Daddy," I told him, knowing he loved my dirty talk. "You're gonna make me come again. Don't stop fucking me... oh, make me cum... yesssss!" Dad released my breasts and. Riya bollo haa dao amar mukhe daoeakhuni ami toiri koriya dichi. Amra taratari 69 position-e chole elam, r ekepoorer chuste thaklam. 5 min er modhei amar bara abar dariya rod hoye galo. Rriyar gud jole bhore galo. Riya bollo please r parchi naa ebar pure dao tomarchabi amar bhetore. Ami r deri korlam naa riya ke khate chit kore phele orrguder mukhe bara taa rekhe marlam eak thap half bara eake bare riyar guderbhetore chole galo, riya ohk kore uthlo. Bollo plz ber kore now ami parbo naa. Maa go. Gazing into those beautiful green eyes, I answered her question. “Only if that meant I was losing you to him.”Sue smiled and traced her finger around the shape of my lips before her hand tenderly touched my cheek. “Then I’m okay, because you’ll never lose me to him.”I smiled back at this wonderful woman and kissed her softly. “You know, honey, I love the game we’re playing, but I couldn’t bear to live without you.”Sue could see that I was serious. “Do you want to stop then?”“No, I’m not saying. Some unknown visual cue, smell, or sound triggers a memory so powerful I have to stop in my tracks. That happened to me today, while standing in the hardware super-store. I was ambling about looking for tomato cages when I passed a display of axes and hatchets. A big axe with a bright red blade and a blonde wooden handle caught my eye, and instantly I had a vivid flashback from my childhood. I saw myself standing over my stepdad with a baseball bat clutched in my hands. He was dead, and lying.