Din me meri mummy soyi hui mere hath me meri mummy ka mobile tha us samay koi message toh nahi aaya tha lekin maine meri mummy ka watsaap dekha jisme ...ariban 12 baje se leke 2 baje tak ka chat tha uncle ne meri mummy ko likha tha thanks kal rat ke liye mummy ne likha tha lekin ye roz roz nahi chalega mai puri rat nahi rukungi uncle:mai khud nahi chahta lekin kya karu ab tumhare bina raha nahi jata mummy:aap samjahne ki kosis kijiye mere bête ko sab malum chal jayega uncle:maine kal rat bhi kaha. It’s an old guy’s version of pulling a train. He barely looks twice my thirty-five years with his amazingly tight skin. I’m jealous he looks this good for his age, knowing if I make it to seventy-five, my pale face won’t weather the UV rays quite as well as his dark cheeks. Even with that edge, he dresses as a hip, younger man sporting a thick chain, Dolce & Gabbana shades and a pin-striped railroad hat. He’s in all his glory, surrounded by the hungry ladies. Again a wave of envy washes over. And also a creature of light,“ I started to protest but she stopped me soon."You dare to defy my will?" she hissed while her eyes began to glow red.I immediately fell on my knees "I'm sorry Mistress!" I chanted for few times before I dared to continue “I was not questioning you, I was merely wondering what you see in a person such as her...“Long uncomfortable moment of silence passed between us."She makes me happy just by seeing her… A thing that no one else... Has been able to do in aeons,“. The panic receded, replaced by the intense love, affection, and passion I felt for her. I pulled back the sheet to fully admire her naked charms.I stared at her breasts, firm, round, and tipped by rose colored nipples. They looked perfect to me. She looked prefect to me. I found my desire for her rising as my manhood rose in sympathy with my desire.My hand gently touched her breasts, following the curves, feeling the softness, exploring, coming to know them, to possess them as a lover comes to.