Definitively, she was THE MILF a young compulsive wanker like me imagined during me and my hand nights.One day she came to our building with two big b...oxes stacked one upside the other and I opened and hold the entrance door. She asked me to help her and carry one of her boxes. I did it and I rose the seven floors up to her apartment following her. I came breathless and she invited me to come in and rest a little after leaving the boxes in the kitchen. She unzipped a little her gray tracksuit.. So back into my "splitsecond" daydream I was about to finish off.I started following thisneck vein of his down to his brown,toned, muscled young shoulders.then his chest and abs and thanks to the golden light I could seeevery bit of muscle,tiny white hair,tendons and even the slightestvein which I followed down the V from the top of his hips all the waydown until I saw his boxer shorts trying their best to keep hisboyhood from sliding from their grasp between the elastic and histight,. “It belongs to a friend of his,” I said. “But she’s cool about letting us use it. They don’t have too many Ducks fans and it’s not considered a rivalry.”“How many times have you watched games in the skybox?” Blake asked.“I dunno, maybe a dozen. We’ve also been to games where we sat in the bleachers. And my team got to play between periods. That’s when I met Chris Chelios, Jeremy Roenick, and Ed Belfour!”“No way!” Kenny and Blake exclaimed in unison.“My dad arranged for a friend of his to meet. .I felt shy when he was staring at my erected nipples. . After 5 minutes he welcomed me into his home and asked me about myself. . With shy, i told him about myself and my studies. . I offered him laddus, while giving i gently pressed his hands and looked straight into his eyes. Now, his hands were shaking. . . With innocent face i took his both hands in mine and asked him why he was shivering. . . . He didn’t replied and was stood like a statue in front of me. . . Without wasting time i hugged.