“Whereas with me Sean did it differently,” said his slender mother, “more like cherishing.”The clicking from the winch stopped and they became...aware of the boom swinging gently but menacingly around their heads. Freddie took the wheel while Sean wound in some sheet, and Mark and June watched Lara hoisting the jib. In a minute or two they were sailing slowly towards the resort of Marbella once more and the hot body they’d been talking about was back among them.“You saw that too didn’t you Mark?”. "Oh, that's a shame," she said, sympathetically "For your wife?"I nodded, but had to ask, "Why a shame?"She approached me and whispered confidentially in my ear. "I'm notsupposed to tell anybody this, but they're almost like a dress, andevery one really needs custom fitting. It's just the shoulder to thewaist length that's really important, but I think they made someterrible mistake when they made them. None of them seem to be the same,and if you don't get it right, they look awful - a lot of. She liked playing with it. She felt that his lauda was hers to play anytime she wanted. But as kanhu grew old, he started refusing the bathing sessions and the cock fondling sessions. Kusum knew that the time had come to let her prized lauda go.She had made a deal with him that she should be allowed to suck his cock atleast when he was sleeping in the morning. Kanhu had agreed to that. Even though he did not say it out he always liked his mother sucking and playing with his lauda. But he had. So after all her planning and preparation, she thought everything was turning out to be really good -- damn good. In fact, it was better than damn good. It was damn great. No, fuck that. It was awesome! In fact, it made her all giddy imagining that Santa himself was going to stop by and proclaim hers to be the most fucking amazing her Christmas party in the whole goddamn world… “You really slipped a hell of a lot of rum in Kara’s nog,” Allyson whispered, leaning in close to Tru on the sofa..