Kareeeb aadha ghanta beet gaya tha. Na aunty aayi wapas na woh log. Main dekhne ke liye utha to jab main andar jaa raha tha beech mein kitchen pada. M...ine dekha to aunty roti bana rahi thi.Unhone dekha to mujhko sorry boli. Woh boli ke main bhool hi gayi tumko bolna ke main roti bana rahi hu. Maine koi nahi bolke unhe bola, “Aunty Imran ka phone aajkal bohut kharab rehta hai kya?” Unhone ne bola nahi to. Maine kaha usko call karo ke kaha hai.Aunty ne accha boli. Maine fir apna phone nikala aur. One hand cupped and gently squeezed my balls as he teased me with his tongue.I shivered, my cock hard as stone as he traced his tongue back up the shaft to the head, then took it in his mouth. He held it there for a second, as if getting used to the feel of it, then slowly ran his mouth down my shaft, licking as he went. He got about four inches into his mouth before he stopped and came back up… licking… licking. I was moaning loudly.My first experience with a man… so far it was so much better. He smiled at me and I smiled back. He was enjoying his massage as well, maybe a bit too much. Jessica had removed the sheet from Cal and as she worked on his front and his legs, I noticed his shorts were tented the whole time. I watched Jessica as she moved her hands slowly and dangerously close to her husbands shorts. Are mens massages different than womens? Are they allowed to be touched like that? Did she just slip her hand under the cuff? Cal twitched. Damn it! That bitch, I thought. Just. This is an expensive playset with a door, a window and a little plastic sink inside.“Come have tea with me,” she asked.“Me?” I asked.“Yes, silly,” the little girl smiled at me. I could see she was missing her front teeth. She had her hair in pigtails.I walked over and got in the small play house with her. She had an imaginary tea set and poured me an imaginary cup of tea with it. I drank it with my pinky up, and that pleased her.“My name is Lady Princess Ginger Wondermoney; how do you do?” she.