.. From this chair." Samantha answered as she placed her hands on Karen's chair. Samantha then swung the chair around and looked down at Karen."I'm so...rry.. I, uh.." Karen stuttered. She usually never had any problem talking! Why can't I talk, dammit?!, she thought to herself, but before she knew it she didn't need to talk. Samantha climbed into the chair facing Karen, straddling her lap. At first, just looking deep into Karen's eyes as her fingers brushed her cheek. Samantha replied, "Don't be. Fir woh mere nipples ko lick aur bite karne laga. Hameed fir bola, “Tum ne toh mujhe bohut garam kar diya hai, bete. Ab toh mujhe tumaari gaand maarni hogi.”Main bola, “Hameed bhai jitni maarni hai maardo. Main aap ke pyaar ke liye tayyar hu.” Woh yeh sun kar bohut khush hua. Usne apni seat peeche kar di aur bola aao mere upar baith jao. Main apni seat se unki seat par chala gaya.Hameed ne mujhe apne lund par bitha diya aur zor se apni lund ko meri gaand ke suraakh mein daal diya. Main dard ke. Mira told me you were eighteen, and when I saw you on television, you looked absolutely good enough to eat ... Well, I meant that in a good way.”I took her hand, “Phyllis, lie down beside me and let your titties rest on my chest like Mira’s. I have never seen a woman’s titties before. I love your red hair and I notice you shave your pussy, like Mira. I have never seen but one pussy and her’s had hair all over it.”“Josey, my titties are so sensitive, I can hardly wash them when I bathe.”“I bet. It was enough that my parents were giving the green light to let me explore the growing exhibitionist in me, but they'd be doing the same! I had resisted sexualizing my mom, but of course couldn't stop myself from peaking at her over the years. Especially with my friends' relentless efforts to try to see her undressed over the years, and their recent tendency to go into graphic detail of what they would do to her if they had the chance. I'd protest, but weakly as I secretly enjoyed the.