Fir dad me bola ki car mai baitho or chalte h. Humne road trip ka decide Kia tha. Humari seven seater Innova thi. Dad drive kar rhe the or mom unke ba...al wali seat per baithi thi. Main last mai jakar baith gai or bhai or Nitin mere aage wali do seats per baithe the.Trip start hui or sab aise ki bate kar rhe the per main ekdam shant thi or window k bahar dekh rhi thi. Maine notice Kia ki Nitin Kai bar peeche Mur kar dekhta. Kuch dair baad mom so gai or bhai bhi. Nitin jaga tha meri tarah. Vo. She didn’t release me until 3:30 in the morning, just enough time to get home, shower and back to the airport to pick up my honey. Hugging her, the first time in our lives she was cold. The drive home was silent, going inside, we had only been home a few minutes when the door bell rang. She opened the door, and squealed, “Mom, Marilyn and Susan, why are you guys all here?” They had just hugged and stepped inside, when I walked into the room. Everyone stopped, looking at me, I saw Marilyn. Most wept when retelling that story. It had touched hundreds of people, from five to ninety-five, in ways they had never fully understood. People who had watched the two still forms at the altar rail had held their breath as if afraid to break the spell it had cast over all in attendance.Brian had shed his own tears that night, forgiving a childhood of neglect, deprivation, and hardship. The words of Pastor Kelvin and the magic of Christmas Eve had worked their magic on Brian, finally breaking. He gasps with the sensation, and the lust from the proximity of his cock to her ass starts to rise. She feels the tension in his erect rod, and gripping it firmly in her hand starts to slide his red and swollen member through her tight ring. At first it seems hard, but then with a small movement of her bottom, and a slight push with his hips, she guides it through first the outer ring and then almost hearing the pop, through the second and into her anal cavity. Long practiced movements now give.