Di- bohot.Me- to phir ghar ki tiisri auraat ko bhi shamil karle.Di- kisko?Me- meri maa ko.Di- sochna bhi maat wo bohot khush hai apni chudai mein.Me- ...ad ke saath n, par mere saath to nhi n.Di- dad to mom ko sal mein 3-4 baar hi chodte hai.Me- to phir mom khush kaise hai.(meri mom sanjana age-45 chikni figur 38 30 38 puri raand lagti hee nhi hai teen bacho ki maa hai par kabhi jeans pant nhi pehenti bas salwaar kurta par usme bhi bawaal lagti hai)Di- wo chinaal har hafte alag alag naya handsome. As she moaned below him, he roughly forced another finger into her, stretching her tight little hole in preparation for his long, thick cock… he wanted to prepare her, not kill the little thing when he finally impaled her and forced her over the edge of her orgasm in the process, her cum spraying from her as he caused her to squirt from her orgasmic bliss, her body clenching up and shaking all over.Not giving her a chance to recover, he ripped open his Levi’s and fished out his nine-inch rock. I like that idea.For a woman that didn’t look like she had enough fat on her body to have even small breasts, she about ate me under the table, which seemed to surprise her.“I have a crazy high metabolism and eat like this every meal. What is your excuse? As tight as your uniform is on you, I would think you would be cutting the calories before they put you on the fat boy program as soon as in process.”Seeing as how she was friendly, I said, “As skinny as you are Sarah, if you have breasts that. But then I’m sorta jumpin’ ahead and you ain’t even caught up on what’s going on. All the characters ‘n such ain’t even put quite right yet. Seems‘t me that you need a proper introduction.I’m Scott. I’d say it’s nice to meet you but seein’ as how we ain’t ‘sactly met yet I’ll just say it’s nice to have you readin’ my story. Course one day we could meet, perhaps, if things is right. Anyway, I’m getting’ lost again and you still don’t know what’s what.See my father left me and my Mama when I was.