Met mijn lippen omvatte ik zijn ene bal, en zoog heel zachtjes, en deed dat daarna ook bij zijn andere bal.Met mijn tong ging ik van onder zijn balzak... langzaam naar voren, en vervolgens langs zijn schacht omhoog. Ik rolde met mijn tong over zijn eikel, zodat zijn eikel langzaam werd omvat door mijn iets openstaande mond. Ik schoof mijn mond over zijn lul en nam hem helemaal in mijn mond. 'Kggagg', klonk het vanuit mijn keel. Ik liet zijn paal uit mijn mond glijden en nam hem met een ferme. I kept smiling just the same as before and cocked my head to one side quizzically as he pulled and yanked without trying to let it be seen that I had him trapped. After a few more seconds or that, he stopped trying and I let go.As Lamont stepped away, I saw a look in his eyes that told me I had achieved a partial victory already with at least one team member. The look in Lamont's eyes as he massaged his hand couldn't be anything but respect. Grudgingly given, but respect nonetheless.As I. “I really believe that if Mr. Albert’s son had not died, he would never have sold it.”Tom spoke up and told us a little more about it, “Luther, you’re absolutely right about that part. Mr. Alberts had just lost his wife the summer before. Then, when he found his son dead under the wheel of a wagon loaded with melons, that did him in. Mr. Alberts walked all the way over to my place and asked me to come help him get the wagon wheel off his son. He told me then, his son was dead, but he didn’t. The image of my hot cousin sister was flashing over and over again in my mind and this scenario continued until I heard the doorbell ringing.I almost panicked to this sound and immediately closed her wardrobe after putting those clothes back in there. Eventually, I relaxed my heartbeat and went to answer the door, It was Shruti, my fantasy, my cousin sister & mind you, she was looking hot as usual in a black Patiala salwar kameez with matching heels, those layered hair dropping along her.