Kaha bhai kamal ka shetani dimagh hai tumhara to tum mere jism ke maze lootte rahe ho or mujhe pata bhi nahin chala.main muskara dia unhone mera lund ...pakad ker apni taraf khencha or apni godi main bithalia main bhi un ka sath dia phiir khud hi unhone mere honto ko apne moonh main leker choosna shru ker dia main bhi aisa hi ker ne laga kuch der baad mene bhabi se kaha ke sirf tumhari gaand dekhne ki hasrat baqi hai un hone hans ker kaha “woh bhi mitalo” main un ki godi se utra phir un ke nare ko. Way to much to drink, trying to keep his footing, talking to himself as he made his way home. He had tried to remember what caught his attention first, was it the scent that had drifted and mingled around him, the heavy smell of wet leaves mixed with the earth, at first not pleasing to him, but as it swirled around him it brought to him such erotic feelings as if being caressed by a thousand hands. The music yet not music high on the tree tops, so sensual so light so alluring. Maybe it was the. What I wasn't prepared for was for him to say, "I tried, mom, but I couldn't make myself come. I'm too embarrassed from knowing you were here and waiting for me to do it and come back. I just couldn't make it happen." I caused this and had to deal with it, so I offered a compromise. 'Brian, ' I said. 'If I go into the bathroom and make myself come, can you go into your bedroom and do the same?' He looked at me like I was from outer space, then he got the silliest smile on his face and said,. . Get on your knees.... and worship me.” Said coach.I came over towards him and pulled his tiny shorts down and a giant whiff of a distinct gnarly stench of his man musk filed my lungs. My jaw dropped at the size of Coach’s cock. Coach took off his shirt and said “Come on bitch boi, it ain't gon' suck itself.”I started to slowly take off Coach’s jockstrap and his giant hard on boner came flying up, almost hitting me in the face. I smiled and looked Coach in his eyes as I started to slowly put.