”“Deb? Deb?” Sharon shouted on the other end of the phone. “What’s going on?”“Sharon, you were right. Jeremy’s standing right in front... of me. Or at least, what’s left of him.”“I’ll be right over,” Sharon stated.“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea,” Debra mumbled.“I am coming over,” Sharon stated again and the line went dead.Debra set her phone down on the table beside the door. “Oh Jeremy. Oh honey, I am so sorry. Won’t you please come in? We need to get you cleaned up. Please! I. So Dilip is doing all he can to get me married off. He often sends me emails telling me about those he works with and saying they would be good husbands for me if I would just go to Sydney to meet them. He never sends me photos. The one who impressed him the most, and he spoke of a lot for many years, was his flatmate Ernie Wells. Is that you?”“That confirms it! We’re speaking of the same Dilip. That’s me!”“I’ll place your order and tell my father you’re here. He’s often said he’d like to meet. As you make yourself comfortable on the bed, you beckon to me to come cuddle up to you. We explore each other's bodies blindly with our hands as our tongues explore each other mouths, necks, ears, and nipples. You pull me on top of you and in my feverish passion try to smother you with deep, searching and probing kisses. I grind and writhe my fully hard prick against your abdomen as we kiss, craving more and more until you stop me from bringing myself to orgasm prematurely. You've had enough of. She knew exactly how to move to getthe pleasure that she wanted. "The nice thing about dildos is that theystay hard for as long as you like," Tracy said.The reality of what was happening to me slowly sank into my consciousmind. I was fucking Tracy. It was hard to believe. I never thought thatI'd ever get more access to her beautiful body than by licking her pussy,and now she was fucking me, albeit without my ability to do more thanoffer her my hard penis. The pleasure in my cock was off the.