Before I go, I wanted to tell you something,” he said directly to Cherry. He leaned in close to my mother. He looked as if he were trying to be disc...reet and tactful as he whispered something in her ear.“That’s because I am not wearing any, sir,” my mother answered him politely.My Dad tried to contain his chuckle. The man had clearly tried to warn my mother that it looked like she might not be wearing any panties when her skirt flew up.The old man blushed. His wrinkled, pale skin took on an. In realtà accadde solo un' altra volta e mai più.Circa un mesetto dopo il fatto raccontato, la sera, ogni qualvolta che a Carosello (chi ha meno di 30/35 anni neanche lo ricorda Carosello) andava in onda la pubblicità delle calze Omsa, la zia cercava il mio sguardo complice (lei abitava all’appartamento sopra il mio e spesso scendeva da noi per vedere la TV tutti insieme), sorridendo leggermente con una smorfia appena accennata. Figuratevi come mi veniva duro al solo vedere quelle sue gambe. A just smirked, knowing I would do it happily. His friend unzipping his jeans as I crawled under the table, pulling them down just enough as he moved his chair back a little. I reached into his boxers and pulled out his large but soft dick, taking it into my mouth. He was hard in no time, I was taking him all into my throat on the way down while swirling my tongue around the tip of his dick on the way up. He was clearly enjoying it, as was A, he'd pulled his own dick out and was stroking it. Her version of Christmas or the 4th of July. But, apart from that, just don't anger her, be ready to jump when she called, and life would be good.He could do that.The idea that there WAS a god, though, a living ... well, not breathing, god, still amazed him. He hadn't been an atheist, naturally. No sane moral person would call themselves one of those. But, god, or, God, had been for those better than him. For those with family, friends. God had seemed to have no place in his plans for Tom, so.