The Best of Paris WatermanChapter 9 Meeting Mora
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Woh mujse bade pyar se chudwa rahi thi..main bhi dhere dhere speed badha raha tha..usse galiya diye jaa raaha tha..woh bass aahein bhar rahi thi..sach mano aajay ..usse sharm aa rahi thi , mujhe aisa laga jaise woh yeh sab karna nahi chahti par hawas ke aaage majboor hain..main uske andar hi jhad gaayan..aur uske baad usse ek zordar kiss diya..usne kuch bhi nahin kahan.aur bathroom chali gayi..aane ke baad mujhse baatein karne kagi ,kehni lagi ki maine usse kitni badi khushi di ahin .jab woh...
Hi all i am a great fan of iss and i am going to tell you my story or you can say my experience. I love female from when i was of age 12,but i was shy boy and was not bold to talk to any girl slowly i was watching girls form top to bottom and was feeling happy. When i grow up i got more and more excited about female. One day i saw a girl who was playing in film. The first time i was out of control and took my hard and virgin rod in my hand and felt exited about that girl. After some time thick...
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Incest"You smell lovely, my Princess, but fairly shortly we're both going to feel sticky and tacky. How about a shower and then we can think about supper and things. I've also got to ring Mary at six." "Is your shower big enough for both of us?" "Well it wasn't designed for two at once but we could probably manage." "I'm sure we could. Where there's a will there's a way." "Whose will?" "Both, particularly mine, and your willy." "My willy? That's not very complimentary and...
"Hi, Jeannie! It's James. How are you?" "I'm fine, honey, but I may have worn your wife out." "How come?" "Well! Since you last called I took her to meet all the girls from my church and that was quite a party and then we did an eight day trip down to Florida. I'm not so sure she enjoyed it overmuch but I'll let her tell you. Hold on." "James?" "Hello, my darling! How are you?" "I'm fine, my sweet, but shattered." "The trip to Florida?" "Yes..." and there then...
We returned to the house and I replenished our drinks and turned the oven on. We sat at the kitchen table while we waited for the oven to heat up. "Now then, Princess. We need to do a bit of organising. First of all, Mary said she would like you to be with me when I meet her next Saturday. If you would like to, I'll come up to London on Friday evening and then we can drive down to Heathrow together and then we'll all come back down here. What do you think?" "Oh God! You two are going...
When I got home I tidied up the remains of our pizzas and then fell into bed. It had been an exhausting weekend both physically and emotionally. I slept like a log. I woke the next morning and made my usual painstaking way through my breakfast routine. The coffee finally woke me fully and I was able to contemplate the day and week ahead. The thrill that Mary would be home on Saturday was the first thing to hit me. I had missed her dreadfully. At any unoccupied moment during the time that she...
How I wished we'd had a daughter! I didn't think I was doing badly with Morag but that extra bit of experience might have come in handy. On Tuesday and Wednesday I mulled things over without reaching anything concrete about how to help Morag achieve the aim I had set her. As usual I would need Mary's common sense and innate feeling for other people. The more I thought about it the more I longed for Mary's return and our life together. I guess it was part of her wisdom that had persuaded...
There were one or two adjustments during the night because Morag was not used to sharing a bed. We moved apart from time to time only to resume the same position having shuffled about a bit. I didn't sense the last move though! I began to surface to feel my cock in a wet oven. I lay there savouring the feeling until I felt the pain of teeth drawn over the helmet. "Ooh!" I gasped, opening my eyes. There was Morag with my cock in her mouth gazing intently at me. "Oh, sorry, darling! Did...
Normally when I go away for the night I don't have any problem about packing for it. This time I did. Morag was going to cook 'dinner' not just 'supper'. What should I wear? I wished, for a moment, that I was an American. Their dress codes are so much simpler. Casual? Smart casual, whatever that was: tie or no tie? Just casual: jeans and a tee shirt? Semi-formal: definitely a tie, sports jacket? I knew that Morag could carry off the most formal attire and still stand out in the most...
I resisted the urge to pull her into my arms. I had realised that this was coming and that the best way to deal with it was calmly and in an almost semi-detached way. The emotion could come later. It undoubtedly would but doing it this way might make things easier and the emotion pleasant. "Yes, darling! I do love you and you are my princess and always will be." Her head came up but her eyes remained full of tears and doubt. "And I remain in love with my wife who is my queen and because...
I needed some time on my own too. I hadn't been lying to Morag and I knew my wife would accept her. It was necessary now to consider what Morag's reactions might be. I had plenty of time to collect the car so did a detour to the park. The fresh air would help clear my mind a bit. I rang Morag's front doorbell on the dot of midday. She opened the door immediately. She was wearing a pale green summer dress which accentuated her green eyes and came to just below the knee. She looked...
I lifted her back off my knee. She came at me in a rush, her lips hot and hard against mine with her tongue pressing into my mouth. I let her work her passion through and then started to stroke her beautiful bottom. She sighed and pressed herself against me. I began to knead her bottom, pulling her cheeks apart and approaching her anus. She began to grind her mons against me. "I think we need to get undressed," I whispered. "Yes!" she gasped and began tearing her clothes off. I didn't...
Mary woke me. She was gently massaging my balls and licking my morning hard on. "Oh, my darling! What a way to wake up and realise my beloved is home." A chuckle and gentle squeeze of my prick! "I'd 've thought that after last night you would have already realised I was home." "Now I'm awake, yes! But I haven't woken up to your ministrations for five weeks, my angel, and even then they were special so now they are special special." "Didn't Morag do something for you?" "Yes...
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