Growing up granddad would spank me for misbehaving. I looked forward to the beatings as his hand slapped me I would bite my lip it was ecstasy. When h...e died he was cremated, I had a dildo with a cavity in it, I filled it with his ashes and fucked my self with it while spanking my self with his ridding crop. He always called me a effeminate faggot in his later years after bringing a escort to a family dinner that turned out to be a man. I found out she was a dude after her cum got in my eye. Ab maine tay kar liya ke isko zaror chodoga to me aik medical store pe gaya aur waha se nashe ki goliyan sleeping pills li jo bari mushkil se muje mile store wale ko reshwat daina para 500 rupe tab ja ke mili.Dopher ko ghar aya aur khana kha ke so gaya jab utha to sham ke 7 baj rhe the puphi ne akar kaha beta utho sham hogai hai me utha fresh hua aur ja ke bahir ghar ke angan me chair the waha beth gaya muskan chai le kar ai hum sub ne mil ke chai pe aur idhar udhar ki batain karne lage puphi. And how in the heck could I tell Connie and Denise "no" last night, when one of them was sucking my dick and the other one was trying to push her titty down my throat? Then they swapped. How many times did I come? I've come twice in a row before when I've been really excited and jerked off, but this was different. Well, duh, you idiot. Sure it was different. Two beautiful women sucking your dick and letting you suck their titties is a hell of a lot different than jacking off. But still, I came. We snuggled on a recliner and petted after dinner. He asked about desert. I was about to get up to get it and he told me to lay still, that he would get it. He came back out and sat the pie on the table. We were both in robes with nothing under them. He walked over to me with the can of whipped cream in his hand. He leans over and kisses me and tells me that he has a plan for desert. He pulls on my tie and opens up the robe while I was still on the recliner. He reaches down to rub my clit. He.