PlsMom: ye kya mazak haiMe: Pls , dekho I have kept your word, ab meri baat maan loMom: Hmm..Me: acha tell me..kon si color ka hai..ye to batao.Mom: w...at color..its cream..par tum ye sab kya karwa rahe ho mujhse.Me: Pls be with me na..batao na kya kar rahi ho?Mom: nthing, locking the door (I heard the door being locked next room)Me: Hmm..bolti raho na pls..kya kar rahi ho..I want to hear.Mom: are kuch nahi baba..opening my saree..Me: hmm..(I started imagining the scene)She was wearing a red. It wasn’t a bad life, however. Glade’s tribe had the skills and knowledge to forage from the forest, whilst the others, who barely ever ventured beyond the river banks, had useful but complementary skills. The Knights were skilled at weapon-making and stone-knapping. Baobab could catch fish in the shallow waters with spears made rather more effective with the stone-tipped points that the Knights hammered out. An array of mud, stone and dung huts very like those in the Knights’ village were. As she gets out of her truck, our eyes meet for the first time. I nod as if to say, 'hello' and she smiles to return the pleasantries. She opens the rear door of her truck and leans in giving me a clear view of her skirt covered ass and long tan legs. And what a lovely ass it is! I instantly rack my brain to figure out where I've seen such a lovely ass. We hold the door of the parking lot elevator for her to enter. She was dressed in heels and skirt with matching top that exposes just a hint of. Her nipples stood out like bullets. She leaned down and tapped one tit tip against the head of his prick, then rubbed the other against him. His cock felt scalding hot on her tit meat.She closed her deep cleavage around his prick and slid up and down, squirming over him. Jimmy humped jerkily, fucking up between her heavy tits. His purple, mushroom-shaped knob came squeezing out from between her smooth tit mounds and slid up her breastbone, nudging into the hollow of her throat and tilting her.