Remember him? He became famous for his book ‘The Third Eye,’ in which he recounted his life as a Tibetan monk in Lhasa. His works were very popula...r with the general public for a while until rumours started to circulate that Rampa was a fraud and had never been anyway near Tibet. Notwithstanding that, I was hooked and despite the nay-sayers I experimented with Rampa’s thesis that men could expand their horizons through meditation. Imagine how it would feel to be able experience teleportation by. Then she sauntered across the dance floor. Heads turned as her hips swayed and her heels clicked. He really was the luckiest bastard in the room.When she arrived at the table, she stood at his side and reached across him to pick up her drink. He got a glorious flash of her delicious boobs. They were her best feature. Not because of their size—they were actually quite small—but because of her ultra-sensitive nipples. One light brush and they were hard, and her pussy was wet. A prolonged assault. Not wanting to break his own rules, David also stripped off, willing a permanent erection on himself. This was going to be fun. Of course, David loved his wife, so he had no intention of cheating on her. He thought. Maybe. He didn't want to anyway. Did he?David walked out into the gym, and looked all around him. Naked flesh, everywhere. He felt like a kid in a sweet shop. It was all his. They were all his. He could do whatever he wanted to them, and oh, he did. There was a young woman on the. I masturbated thrice that night and slept like a baby. I am a old reader of ISS and read many stories of son fucking their widow mom mostly. Then all of these thoughts change the way of thinking which I earlier use to have for aunty. Then I started to visit daily ankit’s place only because of her mom. Seeing her is like a seeing a live blue film. The way she use to swing her ass in the saree and the deep neck cut blouse which enhances her look into a bold woman. It became a regular exercise to.