Her voice was quiet, halting, as if honesty was a notion that she was unaccustomed to, as if she needed to reacquaint herself with the ideal of truth ...efore she spoke through it. ‘I, uh,’ she whispered. She faltered, her voice became higher, flippant. ‘I was young and in love, and naïve. And I believed all the stories that I was fed, realising too late what poison they were made of.’ He scoffed. ‘Very poetic, but you’re avoiding the question.’ She smiled at him. ‘I’m being enigmatic.’ ‘I. Fir ek din wo mouka bhi mil gaya ……Main ye bata dun virgin gand marna easy nahi hota doston ….. bhaut mehnat lagti hai , ladki ko relax karwana hota hai uski gand me dheere se ungli aisy karni padti hai ki wo maze leke anadar ko kheenche ungli , khair main oil , vaseline sab laga ke try kar chuka tha per wo ungli zyada andar nahi jaane deti thi pain ke karan ……Ek din mere ghar waale sab bahar gaye the garmiyon me to mainy ussy bulaya humme saath shower liya tab mera dimag chala mainy usse apna. A month passed and now I was a part of their family , we use to go out for shopping and movies etc. And I and pratibha had started dating . It was a dream come true to have such a hot girlfriend and we use to kiss every time and everywhere but v never had sex she wouldn’t let me… Coz she wanted to wait till marriage..It was frustrating to have such a bomb a not b able to fuck her..Pathiba worked for a mnc so she got a project in us for a 3 month so she had to live there for a month..I was sad. The licking is so soft and tender despite the roughness of the tongue.In his dream, Alan’s mother is bathing his cock with her tongue, worshipping it like a woman dependent upon it for life. He feels her heat on him even more. That rough tongue is all over his balls. She feels the roundness and fullness of them under her ministrations. But this isn’t a dream.Alan reaches down as his conscious mind begins to take over more from the subconscious’ grip of it. His hand brushes along a head and.