’ Getting out of the bathroom, I walked over to James, who was inspecting the wound on his abdomen. ‘Take off your shirt.’ He looked at me in... comic horror. ‘Wha?’ ‘So I can fix your wound,’ I said, rolling my eyes as I held up my first-aid kit. ‘Oh,’ he said, blushing. ‘Boys…’ I muttered under my breath as he gingerly raised his shirt over his head and off. I never really thought of James in the romantic sense. given the fact that we were enemies since our first meeting. I’d always taken. Looking in the local papers I found an local agent, spoke with the guy on the phone and arranged to meet him at his office and then to view the apartment at the office I was greeted by ( what I would have to say & very reluctantly, because he was one of the most handsome men i had ever seen ) very self assured ,with an air of arrogance, 5-6 years older than myself immaculately dressed, short thick black curled hair, 5’10 fantastic build and form , which was obvious to anyone who could see him ,. She was bent and sweeping. Her pallu was little loose and there was a gap between pallu and the blouse her chest area could be seen through the gap.Wow! What a scene! She was wearing brown colour sari and cream colour deep neck blouse upper portion of her boobs was clearly visible which was fair and bulging, which was making a deep cleavage. I forgot everything and staring those beautiful, sexy bulges and the cleavage. My dick was its erection peak in my undies under the cover of lungi. It was. I put my tongue into his mouth, licking and thrusting hungrily, tasting him, squirming my crotch toward his cock. I shoved my son's prick between my thighs and closed them tightly, jerking my hips, sliding my steaming cunt slit along that rigid, beautiful, throbbing shaft. I pulled his hard-on to my hot cunt.“Fuck me." I cried with passion. "Oh, God ... fuck me, Rev!"I bent my crotch up to meet his thrust and moaned softly as my son's cock nudged at my wet opening. It was heavenly to feel a.