I put my hand into mom’s panty and rubbed mom’s pussy, mom was already wet. Looking at this Anil turned back and said mom,” one day I to will fu...k you like this bitch.” Mom just smiled at him. Then we reached Sanjay’s flat mom, I and Sanjay went straight to the first night room. Seema tried taking me out of the room. So mom forced her to leave me in that room. She told both of them how I used to watch her get fucked as a prostitute and she wanted me to see her first night. So Seema left the. She let out a hard breath but didnt say anything but you can see it in her face that she felt the pain too. Pulling her legs further into her in a bend and lifting my balls began to smack into her asshole. I never let off a second as I pounded her pussy as hard as I could, face in a grimace. She began to ease up from the pain and I can tell from her moans and face that she was starting to feel good. It was apparent from the amount wetness that was coming out of her, running down her ass crack. .So much so that this start dripping onto my legs forcing me to grab my dick catch hold of it rub it a little bit undo my lungi to expose it to me and see how it's throbbing and craving bulging and misbehaving ready to spit and only waiting for my fingers for my wrist do wrap around it and start masturbating...I do move my skin up and down slowly a little bit and then I just leave it like that thinking as if you were teasing it..!Only to get angrier and more frustrated so much so just like that. She just wouldn't die. In fact -- against alllogic -- she seemed to be getting stronger. Her magic, I knew, couldrepair near-mortal wounds with breathtaking speed. The broken woman,so pathetic to see, would be up and at my throat in mere minutes -- ifI permitted it. I couldn't let that happen, but I couldn't let 'Strike do the jobeither. The deadly cup was mine no one else could drink it for me. Iknow that the mind does flash back to the scenes of life at the pointof death, and sometimes.