Angelina gave me brief seconds to breathe. She bent over so I could massage and squeeze her titties, and they were a very fine pair. She lifted to rub...her clit rather furiously. Her juices were dripping into my mouth, and nothing tastes better than cunt. I slipped three fingers inside and began stroking. She said, “Damn! Make me cum! If you do it right I’ll squirt on you!” “And I’ll suck up every drop!” I promised. “That’s the kind of talk I like to hear,” Amy purred. Get ready. I’m going to. Fir sayam ko uska phone aya mummy na phone uthaya usnay phone kat deya.2 mint baad fir keya fir mummy na uthaya wo gusay ma tha usnay bena kuch sochay mummy ko bol deya rosi ko bulao. To mummy bole tum kon ho rosi sa kya baat karoi ha.to wo bola ke randi ke maa hokar etnay sawal puchte ha ja rosi ko bula ka la.mummy na mujha phone day deya.usnay keha ka ab hum dono ka resta khatam or phone rakh deya.main ronay lagi mummy na pucha kya baat ha to mainay sabkuch bata deya.mummy nay mujha bhut. Turns out my wife Doreen was one of them!I came home from a few rounds of golf with my new "friends" whose club I was now rich enough to join. It was around sunset when I entered the house, grabbed a beer out of the fridge, and proceeded to the master bedroom, and opened the door.What I saw damn near made me drop the beer! MY WIFE was lying naked on the bed, on her back, legs raised and spread wide, getting piston-fucked by my son! She didn't even seem to be aware of my presence as she gasped,. Pal led them through a foyer with staircases leading up to a second floor on each side. The door at the other end was guarded by two large men, wearing the most ornate armor John had seen yet. Burnished steel gleamed, blue-dyed fur lined the edges, and each had an enormous two-handed sword hung over their backs. They eyed the group haughtily, but didn’t say anything.In the room beyond, a hall really, sat a truly grotesque fat man in layers of dirty furs at the head of a long table. John could.