Kelly, Walter said, later that afternoon. You must like sucking my prick better than any woman I ever met in my life! Then why dont you just let me su...k your prick when it gets hard, Walter? Margaret raised her face from his lap, a glistening strand of saliva hanging obscenely from her lower lip to the tip of his prick. Im sure you can see why your mother feels so ashamed of letting you fuck her. Why dont you just let me suck the cum out of your cock instead? Yeah, but I like fucking her too,. Achi ghari dosti ho gayei au ak din hum logo na picnic ka prog banya ma aunty or sahil hum sabhi samna le ker picnic ka liya chal pada.Hamra ghar sa 45 min door jungle padtha hai khoobsurati dekhna wala hai chota sa ak river bhi hai sath ma thdoi aga ak badi river hai waha per humna tree ke hum logo na game kahlna laga aunty ne white colour ka suite pahna tha um logo na kahna kahya or kahlna shoor ker diya.Aunty river ke us par bathi thi hum log dosri tarf jaga saf thi jis karan hum us side. Their home was actually a small farm, well out of town, in an area of larger farms. The Ryans were a family that even though there was far more than sufficient salary to keep them all in modest comfort, the farm provided enough extra income to see them through any lean times that might come along. As every family that lived through World War Two learned, it was important to have something to help feed the family when jobs start to disappear.The mother had another sister – Tara - that stayed. Tracey in her drunken state just stared at susan's big tits, and giggled as she told me that Susan had much bigger nipples than her, I laughed and told her that I was sure that she had nice nipples as well, and then took off susan's skirt and then her knickers, I glanced at Tracey and noticed that she was staring at susan's hairy cunt, I asked her if she was OK, to which she replied that she had never seen another woman’s pussy before.At that point I asked Tracey if she wanted to go down stairs.