. usne black collar ki bra pehni the.. uparse hi dabane laga to oh boli ki uprse he korange kya? to meine jhat se uthar di kya uske boobs the gol gol ...r maine uske boobs ko chatne laga. mera control out of hoga oh uske boobs ko kat dia to oh chillai…Use bhi maja aratha… usne mere pure kapde uthar dia or me sirf underware me tha or oh bhi penty me thi usen me land dekhliya or use dabane lagi mujhe bahut maja araha tha. or usne meri underware nikal di or oh boli tumahra land to bahut bada hai…. Then he asked me whether I had ever enjoyed sex or not . Although I was fucked several times by my boyfriend, I denied. He smiled and told me that my cunt tales a different story. Those words surprised me. I couldn’t answer a word. I kept silence.He told me that I should not shy in front of him and he will not tell all those things. Then I said that I have a boyfriend and we enjoy whenever we get chance. I was becoming bolder and bolder and those discussions were making me hot. All the evening. I entered the door to see your mother bent over the worktop, her jeans round her ankles, the rest of her clothes in a tattered heap on the floor. Grandad was humping deep inside her and mauling her tits, l could see her body quivering, l could tell she was cumming. I didn’t realise that l had my cock in my hand, but l had to squeeze myself hard to sop me from cumming, then Grandad looked around and saw me, he didn’t say anything, just smiled and carried on fucking her.“Fuck Dad,” Craig said,. She was in state of shock.I told her to think about it and let me know later am not going to force myself on her. She said it is totally wrong. I explained her if I blackmail she will do whatever I say. She said she need to understand what I want from her. I said nothing as if now. I want to treat her as my girlfriend and I want her to treat me as her boyfriend. She said she need to think on it and we reached our relative had lunch there and returned. I was so normal she was looking my face.