Phir mana aunty ko uthya hum odn o ak dosar ka samna bath gya ma aunty ka lips ko acchitarh choosna laga or sath he sath aunty ka motta nipple ko masl... raha tha 20min tak mana aunty ka lips ke achhit tarh choosa bad ma mana aunty ko dog ke tarh fuch kiya paha tru manay aunty ke choot or gand ma thook lagya or bad ma apna dono ungli aunty ka under bahr karma laga phir mana apna lund ko aunty ke choot ka rasta dekhya or joor sa aopna lund aunty ka anadr dal na laga aunty joor joor sa awaaz nikal. He was giving this ex-aristocrat a really sound fucking. Thumpthump-thump-thump! She was getting ten inches of solid prick every second or so. I still held up her face, holding her hair. Her features were beginning to crumple again. Eyes wide, mouth wide. Dribbling. She began a series of wails. Johnson had got her going. I realised. She didn’t want it. She was fighting. Fighting. But she couldn’t win. That big black cock was irresistible. Suddenly, her haunches began to work in co-operation. His mother (full of wisdom and wishing to still hold the reins) instructed her son in just what to...wear, say, walk, talk and anything else she could think of! Of course the tired old refrain of "cut your hair" was added and ignored as was usual. LOL...The year? 1969! (Parents were divorced sad to say.)So, scrubbed groomed and smelling good, the young man got up the courage and walked into the nursing home. He went up to the glassed in main desk and said the all-important words, "I am looking. ***Alicia Morgan looked at the object in her hand in disbelief. "This can't be true", she whispered to the empty room, although she knew it was. Those two little pink lines weren't lying. When she'd gotten dressed earlier, she'd realized that she should have had her period by now.Trying not to worry, she'd driven to a drug store and bought a pregnancy test. And now here it was in front of her, proof positive that she was pregnant. "Fuck, what am I going to do", she wondered aloud. "I can't do.