Somebody climbed my bed. He looked at my face and the rest of what he could see. I sensed him and turned to my right. At once I was surprised, but the...n a smile flashed on my face. I bit my lips. He smiled too. He came down and gave me a peck on my lips. The peck converted into kiss. The kiss converted into smooch. The smooch converted into licks. I didn’t know when our tongues were playing hide and seek with each other and were exploring each other’s mouths. I was holding him by his neck while. Lekin fir mene use gale lga liya.Or jorse kiss krne lgi or uski khuli pith pr hath ferne lgi , ab wo bhi josh me aa gaya tha or jor jorse lips kat raha tha or hath gand pr ghuma raha tha. Fir usne muze thoda alag kiya or muze dekhne lga .Mene pucha kya hua , to wo bola k hum aisa kr rhe to tumko koi problem to nhi.Ye sunke mene use gale lagaya or I love u bola. Fir usne bhi mere sir pr kiss kiya or pyar krne lga .Ab usne uski shirt jo mrne pehni thi wo utar di or mere boobs pr hath rakh k. As the meal ended, I made a short speech and toast to my parents, and then a short list of family and friends gave accolades and anecdotes about the influence that they had had upon their lives. Susan was the last to speak, and simply said that my mother had been both big sister and surrogate mother, and whilst she felt that she hadn’t always been the person my mother would have liked her to be, she had gained many of her life values from her, and that she wouldn’t be the person she was today. ..............I keep begging but he stays strong not listening. It’s in these moments that I thoroughly love him, I’m laid out before him begging and pleading for his cock and he looks me in the eye’s says SMT and I fall silent, knowing he has everything under control......I’m his completely and he bring me so much pleasure, more than I ever knew possible. He demands I slap on asshole eight times with his belt, slowly he counts of each one....praised me for being his good little whore and I cum.