Mai bhi ab mere panjose unki boobs ko sahalane laga ab maine dabate debate unki badi badi nipple ko apni ungliyo mai lekar masalte masalte kuredne lag... to unki halkisi ahhh nikli to maine jara dhiraj se kam karna chalu kiya kya batau apko kya mast bhare huye boobs the unke aur nipple to ekdam khade tite the.Koi unko kah nahi sakta ki vo do baccho ki maa hai.Aab maine lund ko debate boobs sahalate unki garden ke pas meri muh lejake halkese apne hoth se touch kiya tab vo ekdam sihar uthi aur. ” Once Sis and I changed, we herded the last two guards and Trix into cell four. Trix still carried her useless blaster.I was about to shut the cell door when Trix said, “You cannot leave me here. It is required that I go with you.”I looked at her confused and continued to shut the cell door when Mom said, “Wait a second.” I opened the door wider for Mom as she went into the cell, pushed back Trix’s coal-black hair, and looked at her ears. They were tiny and bat-like, with no lobes to speak. Mum arched her back and smiled a little look of deep contentment as my big toe felt its way into her luxuriant pubic bush and parted her juicy pussy lips. Seconds later my own were similarly opened by Mum's scarlet painted toe pushing through my scant, fine covering of blond curls. This was a favourite past-time of ours and our probing toes teased and played with our pink inner recesses and small swollen projecting pleasure spots for a considerable time.Eventually, with infinite care, we. You called me. You could have disconnected.”“I couldn’t,” she said. “I was jealous and wet and I had to see what happened.”“That was your choice.”“Then you show up at the airport when I’m with my family. You ignore me. My heart is racing the whole time thinking that I’m going to give something away. And my panties were drenched from the thrill of maybe being caught. I wanted to slap you and then fuck you.”“So you’re glad I did it?”“I don’t know!” she said. “I’ve never had a man take control.