I roamed around the veranda in a white dhoti and shirt (traditional wear) and reached my bedroom at 9:30 pm. The room was decorated with different typ...es of flowers, and the bed was beautifully decorated.Suddenly there was a knock on the door. First entered my gorgeous wife, Pallavi. Her hair was fully braided, and she had a glass of milk in her hand. She was wearing few ornaments, which complimented the white saree with a golden border (traditional).Next entered my mom (Viji). She, too, was. Everyone, not just schizophrenics, have perceptual distortions. Remember when we used to read comic strips (I know, dinosaur age) Cathy had a perceptual distortion about her weight. Much like an anorexic sees a fat girl in the mirror.Now you think that only sick people think that way, but you are wrong. Everyone does this. I recently got a hair cut and the hair falling in my lap was grey. This is strange, because the hair I see in the mirror is brown. I have to actually cut off a piece. Eyes watery from trying to push my dick deep into her throat, a little bit of drool on the side of her mouth, she gave her husband the brightest smile."I was afraid I was gonna have to stop to fetch more." She said happily, as she then popped another small block of ice in her mouth and curled her lips around my dick. The cold intensified the experience as she sucked and swirled the melting ice around my cock. Carol absolutely loved sucking dick."You see?" Mike said. "You've got to be aware of. Just the best delight in the world. It was fantastic to enjoy. I savored every moment of it. “Yes, yes, yes,” I growled. “Mrs. Daniels!”“Oh, yes, that's wonderful,” she moaned. “Oh, you naughty boy. Fuck me with that magnificent cock! Oh, yes, yes! Ram that dick into me!”Her moans echoed through her kitchen. I grinned, my hands sliding up beneath her shirt. I slammed into her juicy cunt, loving her wet tightness. My balls swung forward, smacking into her bush over and over again.My hands.