Me: Hi, I am your sister’s friend.She: What do you want?Me: A smile maybe.She ignored me and continued crying.Me: Why are you crying because of her.... Pretty girls don’t cry.She: *looking at me* Shut up.Me: Trust me. Your eyes are so pretty. They are not meant to cry.She: *looks away* hmmmMe: Did I see a little smile. Hey, you are smiling. Keep it on.We chatted for one hour when my friend finally opened the door from outside. I met her once or twice more. Then my friend broke up with. I was paralyzed. I felt his free hand firmly grasp my ass cheek. Slowly, he slid his lips over the tip of my cock and took the whole head into his mouth. He swirled his tongue and I shuddered again. He slid his mouth further onto my rigid dick and it felt almost too good to describe. My dick was hard as concrete as his mouth slid up and down. "Fuck, that's good", I breathed. Both hands were now alternately kneading my ass muscles and sliding up and down my muscular legs as he sucked my. Suddenly I became acutely aware of something else but my head pounding. I felt the tremendous pressure from inside the HolyTrainer chastity my wife has had me in for over a year. And with that pressure, I felt precum forcing its way out. Precum that would inevitably start dripping down my thighs, since I had not put panties on today.The embarassment was plain to read on my face, and now my wife turned it up a notch, as she said, "Sweetie, I told them about how you always tan in a bikini." I was. Mera name ashish he age 21 me mumbai me rahta hu me college me padata hu b.sc me or jo me aaj apako kahani sunane wala hu wo mere maa ke kahani hai jo kares 3 sal pahale ke hai jab me 18 sal ka tha mere maa ka name jaya hai age 40 hai wo ek housewife hai une kio bure adate thi he nahe par ek din jo mene dekha wo dekha kar to bure adate nazar aye. Ye kuch 3 sal pahale ke bat hai tab mere maa kuch badle badle se lagate thi mere maa ke fig 38 36c 40 hai or gand piche aye hue thi mere papa job.