The aide palming my breast and twisting the nipple. Balls slapping against my ass. My leg cramping as his body weight presses down on my hips. The fee... of a velvety cock head against my tongue. Nothing is connected. It’s all flashes and moments. Powerful hips slamming against my butt. A sensation of choking as a thick shaft touches my throat and impedes my breath. Two cocks isn’t enough now. I can take two more. Three more! My pussy feels empty without a cock ravaging its wet walls. I imagine a. She slides her fingers around my cock and begins stroking it from base to tip in rhythm with her own thrusts. After a short while of indulging ourselves in this position, I quietly stop and pull my boxer briefs the rest of the way off. We both chuckle slightly as I move back against her, my cock pressed against her ass. I pull her into me with my hand at her throat. I begin to finger her once more, and I gently dig my teeth into the nape of her neck. Soon she begins to beg me to fuck her in a. But dont use to have any bad intentions on her that time but after I came near to her home where our shop is I got mad with her sexy figure which every man wants to have sex with. So begin the story…As my shop is near to her home I use to go frequently. Slowly I started letting her that she looks beautiful in sarees. As I was talking with her closely she use to call me for a coffee one day I ask her to give the coffee which she is drinking she smiled and said no but after few days finally she. My mother at age 37 was of very slender build and average height. She wore her chestnut-brown hair parted slightly off-centre, the tresses tumbling to the top of her cleavage. She had retained her girlish looks, although she had deep laugh-lines and her eyes wrinkled at the corners when she laughed or smiled. Her chatter was the most soothing thing conceivable, and I could listen to her talk for hours. To the world she was shy and unsociable, and I was the only person to whom she would bare her.