Kuch time me hum bhut khul gaye hum personal baate bhi share karne lage and kabhi kabhi sexual baate bhi karte the (mainly non veg jokes). Pooja ne mu...jhe ye bhi bataya tha ki wo apni shadi se khus nahi hai kuki uski arrange marriage thi and dono husband wife working the toh unhe jada time bhi nahi milta tha. Ek din ki baat hai pooja choclate laayi thi and mujhe tease karne lagi ki me tumhe nahi dungi and choclate ko apne muh me rakh ke khane lagi to mujhe bhi masti sujhi aur main ek side se. "I don't need those while I am with you," she told me, "now there is nothing stopping you touching me." Jenny, how old are you?" I asked, my hands on her shoulders, "because I am almost fifty." I am nineteen," she bluffed."Jenny, you are seventeen, darling," I told her."So?," she asked, "what has that got to do with it unless you don't think I am sexy or pretty." Of course I think you are," I told her, "I just don't want you wasting yourself with an old woman."I sat down, and before I could. .He was now rotating my head between his hands like a piston bouncing up and down, i could feel his cock-head hitting the back of my throat and tonsils, i tried not to gag or choke on his cock because i did not want my eye make-up running down my face, creating a mess and thankfully; his cock being straight in shape helped that..There was a visible thick bridge of saliva between his throbbing cock and my lips when i pulled his cock out of my mouth, he smeared it on all over my face with his. It started in her head, and crashed through her body like a hurricane. It was as if all the anguish and pain she had ever felt in her life had been rolled up in one package, and force fed into her brain, and then doubled, then tripled. Her bladder and bowels emptied. She fell off her bed and writhed on the floor, with her soiled bedsheets still partially twisted around her. If she had had any kind of knife in her hand, Dahra would have gladly slit her throat right then, to end the agony. But.