Ek raat ko me toilet ke liya utha mein dekha raat ko 1:00 baja wo phone par has has kar kisa se baat kar rahi the maina ukse baat sunana laga aakir me...usne l love too kaha main chok gaya ke maa is age me ya sab kisko kaha rahi hai pir me apne bed room me jakar sochta sochta so gaya.Jab me subha utaha to maa kitchen me the maina jaldi se uska phone check kiya pata chala ke wo raat me parmood se baat kar rahi the.Me shock tha baad me tayaar hokar me office aagaya parmood me mujhe dekar muskarya. I had the impression that Cathy was catching on to this mind-reading business. She could probably see from my face that a question was tormenting me, and it wasn't too difficult to guess what that question was.A vibrator! Helen had slipped a vibrator into her pussy. And she took something out of her handbag which looked distinctly like a remote control! She was going to stimulate herself while we were giving our talk! I wondered how obvious my hard-on was to the people in the audience.I could. I would love to catch up with him but don’t hold your breath on rekindling any fires,’ Kristy warned, ‘Memories tend to colour things the way we would have liked them to be rather than the reality.’ She turned to her father, ‘Speaking of memories, I was given a packet of those stars that used to decorate my ceiling, you remember the one’s Dad…’ Kristy’s father smiled and nodded, star gazing has been their special time together. ‘I was wondering of you would come and help me put them up one. My tongue plunged into her depths.My tongue soaked in her cunt’s juices. It was this wonderful treat. I swirled and fluttered my tongue through her depths. This wondrous delight was amazing to experience. It was a treat. My tongue darted through her folds. I teased her. I caressed her. I fluttered my tongue through her depths. This hunger swelled through me.I just had to feast on her. Devour her. My hands gripped her hips. I squeezed and kneaded her. My fingers pulled her tight against me. Her.