Believe me friends I’m not here to share any of my fantasies with you. All incidents mentioned here have really happened in my life at some point of... time. To ab apko jyada bore n karte hue main sidha apne agle real life sex experience per ata hun. Jaisa k maine apko pehle ki story me bataya hai k maine kaise apni bua ko pata k choda hai. Unka ghar mere ghar se kewal 1 km ki doori per hai or mera humesha hi wahan ana-jana laga hi rehta tha or jab se maine unhe choda hai tabse to wahan jane ka. I forget mymanhood, both hands flying to the chest as I tug on the hard thumb sizenipples. The flesh beneath swelling, press outwards. The feelings areecstatic and I don't want them to end but I manage to speak, my mindbarely registering what I am saying through the bliss."Final....changes are....fuck...commencing...mammaries are growing...finding it hard...hard to think now..brain rewiring from flow ofestrogen...Oh god"My petite hands rubbing the cones of flesh, feeling them press into. She squeezed my ass and then pushed me down by my shoulders, silently begging me to continue. I gently parted her pussy lips with my fingers, massaging her wetness with my thumbs. I eased the tip of my first finger inside of her, and then slid in another. I writhed my fingers inside of her, feeling every inch of her incredibly tight vagina. All the while I licked and sucked gently on her swollen clit, enjoying the taste of her. “Oh, God… yes, Jackie, yes… that’s good… keep doing that…”. The table is romantically set for two, with candles lit and a bottle of champagne chilled, with two flute glasses. The entire house is lit by candles only. I look down to the floor and find red rose petals spread out in a path leading to the table, and branching off in a different path leading to the bedroom. Rose petals paths have been my fantasy for years and you remembered, my love. You lead me down the path to the table, sit me down and pour me a glass of champagne. You then serve me a.