Aur aaj dard bahute ho raha itna bat man lijiye. Dadaji mummy ko dekh rahe the.Dadaji ne kaha, “Jaisa tum chahogi waisa hoga. Lekin ek bar abhi kare...” Mummy boli bahut dard ho raha hai. Dadaji ne kaha ekdum dhire se karenge. Mummy boli theek ba. Uske bad dadaji niche jhuke aur dhire dhire meri mummy ke gal pe chumne lage.Meri mummy suru mein ‘Aaahhhh’ karte hue unhone aankh band kar liya. Aur aisa saf saf lag raha tha dekh ke unko. Jaisa unhone apna sharir soup diya hai dadaji ko. Woh ek dum. I crawled down between her legs and slowly slid the neck of the bottle into her waiting cunt. She gasped and gripped my hands and slammed the bottle deep into her pussy. As the juice from her dripping pussy made contact with the champagne it immediately started to fizz deep in her cunt. She felt the cool liquid bubbling away against the walls of her cunt and this together with the hard ramming of the bottle against her pussy lips sent her over the edge once again.By now the entire bed was. Of late, Mac frequented Paddy's Pub on Shamrock Circle and his face was so familiar to the steady patrons that they considered him one of the regulars.He had drifted down to this rural area from the more populous North and made a point of avoiding all persons of government connection, especially the Garda and anyone in uniform of any type. It was a habit that served him well making him virtually unknown and not on anyone's list.Money was not a problem for young Mac.His purse was somewhat. She was on her back with her legs wide open, holding her twat flaps apart with her forefinger and middle finger like a fucking porn star. She must have had a cushion or something in the small of her back because her arse was raised up enough that you could see her arsehole. I got a boner straight away. I stared at the photo for a while before reading the text message that accompanied it, “I want you both at the same time.”“What a fucking slag”, I thought. I looked over at Dad, I couldn’t.