Mera lund tankar tambu bana chuka tha.5 min masalne ke bad mom boli chal mere gand me ungali kar aur haa aise karna ki mujhe maja aa jaye. Main ungali...karne laga aur mom kutiya ki tarah aah-aah kiye ja rahi thi. Phir mom peeth ke bal leti to mere khare lund ko dekh li. Aur mujhe jor se ek laat de di. Aur phir 3-4 thappar laga di phir boli chhinal ki aulad apni malkin ko dekh kar tera lund khara hota hai. Aisa dubara nahi hona chahiye, maine kaha ji malkin ab aisa nahi hoga.Mom let gai aur boli. . they’re mine. Lotta said to carry them home in my mouth. I just figured that since she’ll never know the difference...”“How long were you supposed to carry them around? Should you put them back there?”“She said until I was told to take them out.”“Let me get this straight. You wore them out of her apartment to the car. Took them out while you drove home. Put them BACK IN so I could catch you with them?”“You weren’t supposed to catch me with them like that,” I insisted.“Mom, seriously. If I. ."The voice went on as I gained control of my breathing, felt the panickedshaking subside, my pounding heartbeat slow. And that's when I felt it,or rather the absence of it.Pain. The ache of it constantly radiating from my bones, peppered withsharp lines of fire when I moved or was jostled, the sharp claws thatdug into my ribs when I took in more than a shallow breath, my ever-worsening companion for the past few years of my life.It was gone.Not gone into the hazed numbness of narcotics, but. Their mutual gaze turnedfrom loving compassion to passion of a more animalkind. At once the man was aware of the glisteningwetness of her womanhood teasingly touching his cock.The woman, for her part, had directed all her attentionnow to the throbbing member wandering presently betweenher legs. Slipping her legs either side of his, sheraised her hips, her pussy lips now sliding either sideof his shaft, upwards towards his tip.With his cock now nestled at the entrance to herdripping hole, the.