Me: ab mat ro. Tujhe ek naya ehsaas hone jaa rha hai..Maine apne lund ki or ishaara kiya.Chachi: sam ye nai please nai please leave me.Maine lund jor ...se unki chut me daalaChachi: nai aaahhh ……. Nikaalo nai ….. Pleaaase …. Saaam. Naii… Aaaahh hhaaa. Heeee bhagwann……Unki chut bahut tight thi… Lekin ek hi baar me pura lund le li…Mai jhatke maarne laga…Me: aahhh ysss chachi… Haye meri randi… Soft chut hai teri…. Maza aa gya… Ye le aur lee…. AahhhChachi ke muh pe maine kapda rkha aur aur jor se. Finally Gwendolyn gathered her courage, ‘Al… I’ve been thinking…’ He turned his head down towards hers, smiling, ‘Yes Gwen… my dearest Lady?’ Smiling she continued, ‘I’ve been thinking about my Lady’s chastity… and…’ ‘And?’ his eyebrows were raised in surprise and delight. ‘And…’ her voice was nearly a whisper, ‘I think it might be all right…’ pulling herself away from his arms a little, she began to pull the pink cotton blouse over her head, hands eagerly coming forward to help her. With her. " As we walked to the front door, my mother came out of the house and said: "Artie, it is time for you to go home." As he started to leave, she grabbed his pocket book and flung it across the street. Poor Artie.The more serious "Doctor" time happened on "sleepovers" (my female cousin and several male friends from school). We flung the covers down and played around. I cannot really remember if my little penis got hard, but I do recall the clumsy ineptness of it all. All in fun. No harm. She said no but thanked me. She was a bit tipsy I thought so when she leaned a bit to far I caught her getting my hands around her waist. She smelled great too beautiful black hair and looked to be in her twenties and though I am old enough to be her father I wasn’t. So when she apologized I told her it wasn’t necessary as I always enjoyed wrapping my hands around a beautiful woman. She smiled and said she always enjoyed a man using his strong hands on her. I was a bit taken aback I hadn’t.