.She was wearing a tight black colour cotton shalwar kameez which was fitting to her body like second skin..It made me mad..I decide to fuck her tonig...t..She had to sleep in my room as other rooms were occupied by guests and my parents..After dinner i went to my room..And lay on my bed..I was thinking bout nazia..She was going to sleep with me..My dick was rock hard..After some time didi came and lied on my side..My bed is single so our bodies touched and it sent shivers down my body..My dick. ...your mums far better looking than me, and has a much nicer body than mine. But what she's got in bucket loads more than me is......confidence. I'm so shy and frightened....like a little mouse. I'm also, not worldly wise like your mum, I've had a very sheltered life. Do you know that your "Uncle Garry" is my only ever boyfriend.....I've never even kissed another boy. How sad is that" she couldn't understand why she was spilling all this sadness onto an 18 year boy....he just seemed so willing. The only sound in the room was Michelle exhaling breath with each manipulation of the over-excited muscle.In the end, she was surprised she managed to hold on for so long, mind Mr Jones seemed to sense when it was close and stopped rubbing for a moment. Not the last time though, the fingers almost like a piston went up and down getting quicker with each motion as her face contorted like she was in agony, not the extreme pleasure she was feeling throughout her whole body. Then it came shooting. ‘Oh, what is it baby, you don’t want to have your diaper changed? Let me check just how full they are’, Nathalie says, while running her fingers between my legs. I feel her breasts push against my back. I shiver. ‘Oh, they can take a few more wettings I guess.’ She pats my backside. ‘We could add one more diaper, to be on the safe side.’ She lets me stand against the changing table and walks towards a big closet, stuffed with diapers. She bends over, letting me have a wonderful view of her.