I quickly backed into an open empty stall, as I heard the pair vaguely talking about a soccer match they had seen.I decided then and there to quietly ...ome out of the stall and beat my now dripping rock hard cock to an ultimate explosion. I knew the guys couldn't see me from where they were relieving themselves, but if they happened to turn around they were sure to see me in the mirrors reflection. It seemed like an eternity, but before I knew it, standing proudly in the buff, I must have shot. Woh lagataar mom ke hips ko dekh raha tha. Mom bhi sharmate hue use ek smile pas kar di. Fir aisa 2/3 bar hua.Bad mein mom ignore karke use dekhna chod diya aur firse table pe aake baith gayi. Fir se woh admi table ke paas aakar Rakesh se baate karna suru kar diye.Admi: Hi, I’m Mr Shankar. Congratulations you have beautiful wife.Rakesh: Thank you par woh meri wife nahi gf hai.Shankar: Wah! Kya apko bura laga mein yaha pe baith gaya aake?Mom: No, its ok. Aplog baate kijiye main washroom hoke. But what he has done is a criminal offense and I want him imprisoned!"Ron scrutinizes her countenance then nods and says, "Ok, let's get this done, wife."Once at the store she is directed to a nondescript grey van. She enters and sees an array of electronic equipment. A female tech hustles all of the males out and places the listening device on her torso. Then tests the thing and pronounces it "fully functional" and calls the detective.Without preamble he begins the brief, "Listen carefully. She painfully raised her face and sucked in a large gulp of air. Her large tits swung freely, their long, hard nips pointing down toward the lawn.Greg grabbed his mother's wriggling asscheeks and thrust the full length of his cock far up into her cunthole again. Fran felt her son's prick burning meat fuck up through her spasming pussy walls until it struck the very back wall of her cunt-tunnel."Ohhh, yessss, it feels soooo good, Son! Fuck me like a dog! I love it!" she whimpered.Over and over,.