Isiliye maine unki legging or underwear bhi utar di or saath hi saath apne kapde bhi utar diye. Akhir kar ab mera 5.5 inch ka lund bhabhi ke saamne th... or bhabhi chilla uthi ki itna bada lund hai tumhara tumhare bhaiya se bhi bada. Phir maine unhe zammen pe hi leta diya or unki choot chaatne laga, kya pussy thi unki bilkul pink or halke se baal usse or tasty dikha rahe the maine bina deri kare apni tounge unki choot main andar bahar karne laga vo aah… Aa…Aaaaa.. Ahha karne lagi or itne main. “I just want to put it in. I want to fuck you. These big tits … I couldn’t believe it when I saw your hairy cunt.”I would never have used that word if the rush wasn’t such a force inside me. By then I was losing control. I was wild with need and desire.“Oh God. Oh fuck. I don’t believe what I’m doing,” my mother groaned. “I don’t believe I’m listening to you say those things.”“I love you,” I sobbed my hands full of my mother’s body.“Then show me,” she said, a hand cranking my cock. “Don’t just. ...just a pair of black shorts. I wanted Vicky to appreciate my 6 pack abs. By the look of her stare I would say that it worked. Mom was already dressed in her "don't touch me...up to the neck down to the toes robe". You might say that she was in for the night.Mom could barely look me in the eyes when she told me to at least wear a shirt to dinner. I told her that I could borrow half of her robe and that she would still have enough. Vicky just laughed as she took a bite of spaghetti.Vicky. Only aselect few get to experience the majesty of my ride. As a rule, the liststarts and ends with sexy ladies who I know will treat it right. Anydude, even a friend, has to earn the right to ride in my machine."He wasn't kidding. Brad, good buddy and defender of female honor, was aninsane misanthrope when it came to his car. It was a goddamn beauty, waynicer than mine and probably worth somewhere in the six figures, but hetreated that thing better than most people treated their kids. I'd.