Uske bad maine apna lund nikala aur bed me let gaya aur wo mere upar aa gai.Usne khud apni gand ko mere lund ke upar rakha aur baith gai ek hi bar me ...uski gand ne mera poora lund kha liya, to ab mai bhi use gaaliya dene laga saali bahan ki louri randi teri maa ko chodu haramjadi ab tujhe dard nahi ho raha hai, to wo muskurane lagi aur mere lund me upar niche ho rahi thi aur muje kiss bhi kar rahi thi aur mi bhi uska sath de raha tha aur sath me mai uska badan bhi sahla raha tha jis se use aur. She repositioned her feet on my back and pressed her pussy into my face. I was licking and twisting my tongue. I would lick up the face of her pussy and find her engorged clit. I loved sucking it into my mouth. She had a large piece of flesh that would lengthen and stretch into my mouth to the point where I could roll my tongue along its length. Most of the time, her hands were above her head, clutching the pillow and bedpost, but now, her hands moved and gently ran through my hair. Her only. I know that they will protect me and work hard to supply my needs.On most occasions, I am surprised at how gentle they can be. Best off all, I know that those mitts of might will never hurt me or be used in anger.I have observed Matt during times of stress, when other men would have lost their cool. Matt assesses the situation, thinks about it, and then takes steps to correct it. There are many times when I just stand back and watch him with awe and respect.It is hard for me to accept the fact. Chrissie's hand boldly reached out to start rubbing my straining bulge. "Hmm, that feels like a nice one, Uncle Don," Chrissie cooed. I closed my eyes and groaned, relishing the feel of the naked nymph's hand massaging my sensitive part. I felt Chrissie unfasten my shorts and I opened my eyes. I had a fleeting thought about stopping her, but she was old enough to do what she wanted and it felt too damn good to resist. Chrissie knelt in front of me and my shorts fell to my feet. I was still.