Par mujhse ek niawala bhi nhi khaya ja rha tha. Mujhe bahot ajeeb sab lag rha tha. Tabhi mujhe laga ki meri tango ke bich pani sa beh rha hai.Mujhe us...time itna gandha lag rha tha, mano kuch hi der me mujhe ulati aa jayegi. Tabhi mujhe laga ki ab meri skirt geeli ho gyi hai, main jab dekha toh meri skirt par kale kale dhabe ke nishan padh chuke the.Main usi time bathroom me bhagi, maine apne niche ke sare kapade nikal diye. Maine apni tango ke bich ka haal dekha toh mera haal bahot bura tha.. Looks like I’m not the only one to get a raise she giggled. I looked down my cock hard as a rock trying to escape my pants. Fuck I gasped. Boss aren’t you married? YesHmmm... In my defense, I haven’t had sex in 8 months, I’m a little pent up I laughed. Yeah but.... your my bossI know it ain’t right, I’m sorry I got hard and tried to grab your ass. Well I’m not who you think I am, I’m different than any girl you been with. Why?I don’t really wanna talk about it. I don’t want to lose my job.I. To her humiliation, she creamed right into her son's mouth."Yeah, Mom," he chuckled, "you love that, don't you? Mmmmmmm, you taste good, too! I'm gonna lick your pussy till you come!"Joan moaned hoarsely, knowing she wouldn't be able to keep quiet if he did that. It was enough of a struggle right now. Her son was dragging his long, stiff tongue through her juicy slit, and it felt marvelous. Then he zeroed in on the most sensitive spot of all, the erect and pulsing bud of her clit, already hotly. Porter’s proof was his encounter with his first stink bush that morning where he barely avoided being covered in a putrid smelling powder when one of its sacs burst next to him. He was still haunted by a lingering smell in his sinuses.More than one thinker had suggested that the Waste was actually a type of garden or a farm left untended and gone awry, Zeb explained. Some suggested it was a cultivated, natural barrier that protected the site in the middle from attack on the ground. Most people.