He texted her saying he would be a few minutes later, to which she responded that it wasn't a problem. He was a little later than he had indicated, bu... he was relieved to find her in the coffee house. She was wearing her red hair down and it looked as suggestively disheveled as it did in her picture. Her long, black, sleeveless dress hugged her ample cleavage but didn't expose it. Her short fingers ended in long oval nails painted a shiny oxblood color, that accented her rosy pale skin. Her. Joe laid down on his back and Toni astride him she guided his big helmet into her wet pussy ,I watched for a little so I could see her thick white cream slide down his cock as they fucked she always got so wet and creamy when she was excited then I joined in as I lubed my cock I slid it into her tight ass just the head at first and waited for her to adjust and then a little more till she started to moan and push back wanting more we got into a real rithum going back and forth Toni was in all. “Yes Susan, you may lick my slave clean.” I untied her hands and retied Michelle, then untied Susan’s feet. She slipped off the rail and knelt on the floor and crawled over to Michelle’s dripping pussy. Michelle could do nothing except scream her pleasure as Susan licked my cum out and brought her to two screaming orgasms in a row. Finally Susan sat back and said, “I think she’s clean now.”“Help me untie her?”Susan untied Michelle’s feet while I did her hands. Michelle slid to the floor. I belong to a Punjabi family in Delhi. My family was a joint family comprising of my grandparents my mom and dad. This story is about my mom who was in her late twenties at that time, and I was seven or eight years old. My mother’s name is Neeta.She is typically a Punjabi woman with fair complexion, long hair, jet black eyes and good figure. She is around 5’6 in height and has round ass and killing boobs, with dark brown chuchi’s. Her frame is medium that is neither fat nor slim. She always.