But how do we proceed?Varsha: Come home tomorrow night. I hope I’m not making you uncomfortable.Me: No, aunty, it’s fine.Me: So tomorrow night? Wh...t about uncle?Varsha: It’s Friday. He’ll be out with his friends, drinking.Me: Okay, aunty. I have to take precautions.Varsha: Lol. That’s not required, son. You can’t impregnate me even if you want to. Just get some lube. Preferably some mild flavor like a peach.Me: All this seems new to me.Varsha: Don’t worry. I’m here.Me: Can I ask you. Ushki masal tango ke bich se payari payari gulabi choot ke darsan ho rahe the. Choot kori thi . usi din usne jhant kate the.Choot ki dono fade mooti moti thi.ye sab najara dekh mera land bhi tan gaya or fatne ko ho gaya tha. Uski choot mujhe amantarn deti lag rahi thi ki mard hai to muje fad dal.or mera land kaha raha tha ki assi rasili choot ajj nahi le ga to fir nahi milegi. Pata nhi kala ki chal dhal dekh kar kitni bar maine use khayalo main chooda tha. Or ajj wahi choot mere samne nivastar. Holy shit, I’ve got a real big cock in me! I love it, I love it! Yeah baby, keep sucking on my tits. Damn you’re making me feel so good!” Maryann had her hands on my shoulders and I lifted my ass off the sofa. She stated to grind her clit into my pelvic bone, her hips rotating in circles, and as she twerked on me I could tell she was getting close. I grabbed her tits in my hands, pushing them together and I had both of her nipples in my mouth, sucking on them really hard. Maryann moaned out. Her son's prick was slick with her cuntjuice as she continued to pump the big eight-inch cock in and out of her tight pussyhole.With a series of excited moans and groans, Trish moved her cunt faster and faster over Stu's pulsing, throbbing prick. He began to lift his hips up from the bed, forgetting that his mother had told him not to move. He thrust his hips up toward hers as she pumped her cunt down over his bursting cock.Trish was humping up and down on her son's young, hard prick like a.