A little later, there was a knock at the door. It was Tom. He was everything Hank said he was. A real piece."Hank told me he had a 'big' surprise for ...e," the k** remarked, looking me over."And here he is," Hank said, waving towards me as though I were some prize stud bull. "So now why don't you get those clothes off. I know my buddy here is eager to lay his eyes on the butt he's gonna fuck tonight."He stripped down to his jockey briefs. Like Hank said, the k** looked like a Roman statue. He. I knocked on the door.She came after some time after putting on some makeup and lipstick. She was not coming near to me. She made a drink a lit a joint, and offered it to me. I was smoking and looking at her. She was blushing. She finished her drink. I took her near the dressing table. She was not looking into the mirror.I showed her in the mirror. She was blushing. I removed hair from her neck and started kissing her. She was moaning. I turned her and started kissing her on the lips. She tries. ....You're gorgeous...." I worded slowly. "You're too sweet," she said, walking intothe kitchen. "This is the real deal. I was a cheerleader for my highschool football team. It was 1993 and I was 16 years old. Still fits perfectly. I felt that it would make the evening much more....well....intimate. Not many Mother's dig out their old cheerleading outfit to put on just for their sons." And yet you do," I said. "That's because I love you, from the bottom of my heart, so much." She walked over to. .maine choday ja raha tha aur kehta jaa raha tha… “ahahh… Le randi… Aur andar lee… Ye lee mera lora… Kuss ki bachi… Behanchod haram ki aulad… Tu sach much ki randi hai re… Kitna maza deti hai… Ahaahh…. Saali tere ko roz chodun ga… Maa banaun ga apne bachay ki… Aahhhh… Ye le maa ki chut… Tera badan kitna mast hai… Mammay… Gaand… Phuddi… Sab chikni hai behan ki lori… Tu ek dum malaai hai re randi…hum dono 15 min tak zordar jhatke lete dete rahe… Wo mera chootar hila hila k pura sath de rahi thi….