.Maa:: aahh maaa ..aram se dalo pls..Ekbar me topa hi ghusa..dusre dhake me adha lund under or fir pura lund..pura lund jate hi maa ki ankh ne ansu aa...gye. Woh rone lagi..sayad dard or khusi se..Ek hi jatke me lund bahar kiya toh chut khul gyi..fir ekdum se dal diya..maa ke muh khula hi rah gya..Aise hi umar ab slowly slowly under bahar kar raha tha..thodi der bad maa pura support kar rahi thi..ab isne lund nikala or ghodi banaya or pichese chut me under tak dalne laga..Maa ab achese enjoy kar. Xerathalasia – Ruins of Khan, Kingdom of HazI smiled as I led my party into the ruins of the dwarven fortress of Khan. The wide entrance that pierced the thick, stone wall led to a courtyard. The ground had been covered by paving stones, yet despite that plants and trees had grown. The tree roots buckled up the thick paving stones. Swaths of dirt, pushed in by centuries of weather, allowed grasses and shrubs to grow.Nature reclaimed what the dwarves had stolen. It gave me hope. Since I left the. Bill, a 42 year old accountant at a local insurance company, was taking his first vacation in over a year. Bill was a very slight and near sighted man — 5'8" tall and no more than 150 pounds — and practically the embodiment of the popular stereotype of an accountant.Patty was 40 years old and at 5'4" she was a pretty brunette with a slightly plump but well filled out figure. A mother of two teenage boys, she was as consumed with the daily high school routine as her husband was with his job.. I pulled them out, two vials of a murky, brown concoction. I set them on a table.My mother fell on the bed, her big breasts bouncing. Pussy cream coated her thighs. She stared at me with such lust in her blue eyes. I could tell she needed me, but ... Ziryihm’s words echoed in my mind. I pulled off my robe, my cock thrusting out hard before me.“Mother,” I said, turning to face her.“Yes, Master?” she cooed, her fingers playing with her collar. She had insisted on donning it the moment we broke.