I sat on the bed and she put her head in my lap and lay down on the bed, my hands caressing and fondling her big breasts. Do you know, what could be t...he plausible reason for my son to end his life?”I said, “I don’t know.”Padma said, “He couldn’t fuck his wife, the first night”“Is that so? Amma” I said“It is. He is not like you. I wish he had a cock like yours, so big, beautiful, and virile. I wish you are my son.”“Yes, I am your son now, amma”. If I were your son really, I would not have. It is her innocence no lessThan her lovelinessThat makes meHard with desire,With the need to becomeOne with her,Inside her.2In profile, in the limelight,She stands against a blue, mottled background,Wearing a blue jacket with a satin collarSlid down over her biceps to hangFrom her forearms, down her arched back,Head back, face horizontal, swirling hair,Her right breast a slope to rotundity,Nipple pointing straight ahead,The belly a firm slope that glides downTo the firm, alabaster thigh.The eye. She morphed into the human version of herself. “Something new? Do tell.”I turned and moved my face close to hers. She shied away, not wanting our lips to touch, as that would take my soul and then we’d both go to Hell. Still, the danger excited me. I turned my head, moving my lips to her neck.“Ohh...” she moaned as I nibbled and kissed there. I took the opportunity to roll her onto her back, and then moved my face down to her breasts. Her legs encircled me as I took one nipple into my mouth,. She knew she would need that rushing though, as she felt the invader begin to penetrate her. She was sure her face was contorting as she felt her sex being s-t-r-e-tched, and it made her whimper. It was not comfortable at all, yet she oddly wanted it. Both the feeling, and what He was doing to her. Annalise bowed her back in response to the thick cock now moving into her. She whimpered and had to slow, twisting a bit, but the smile of satisfaction on His face made it worth it, and soon, it.