Story ki shuruvaat karta hu.last part me aapne padha ki mummy ne uncle ke pyaar ko sweekar kar liya.Ab aage.. Mummy-vijay ji me aapse bahot pyaar kart... hu aaj se kabhi bhi mujhe chod ke jaane ki baat bhi mat kijiye meri to jaan hi nikal jayegi.Uncle-aisa na bolo varsha me tumse bahot pyaar karta hu jindagi bhar tumhara saath nibhaunga tumhara khayaal rakhunga vaada he mere tumse.lekin ek baat batao mere liye tumhare dil me itna pyaar tha to tumne pehle mujhe mana kyu kiya?Mummy-to kya karti. She felt him moving with her as her body quaked. Without stopping she kept moving, pushing down with more force. The wetness made it feel like the material had disappeared, the friction felt incredible as she heard herself groan in pleasure. She tried to make it last, but there was no stopping it. The feeling she had been missing for so long crashed over her. Her hands dropped to his chest as she pushed her upper body away from him as she came in an explosion of noise and heat.Sometime later. I was torn. I really liked this woman and I had to analyze everything I did. Even down to the food I ordered. If I ordered steak, she'd probably think I was overly aggressive and expected to fuck her tonight. On the other hand I also couldn't order "Chicken," in any way shape or form. So I played it safe and got the grilled salmon. It wasn't red meat, but "grilled," still sounded macho enough.We had a very pleasant conversation during dinner. We laughed a lot and smiled at each other a lot too.. His touch was magical. Wayne removed my shirt like that of a skilled magician. My bra fell off as if it had no hooks to hold them in place. Wayne leaned me back onto the bed and with his free hand felt the heat emanating from between my legs. I felt Wayne erection suffocating inside his jeans. I tried not to focus on what I was getting but the feeling he was giving me. Wayne unfastened my jeans, slowly removing them. He stood over me, taking in every inch of my mocha skin. His look was so.