Maa plz mujh sai baat tou ker lain.chalay jaoo deepak kuch nahin hai kahnay sunnay ko.usay maa ko phir hasil karnay ka agay kuch nazar nahin aa raha t...a aacha mom main ja raha hoon ya gher choor ker, kabhi nahin lotoon ga mujha aap ko aik ber dakh tou lenay dain.sumathi na door ki taraf dekha aur aik gahra saans leya bed sai utri aur door khool dey, jesay he us na door khola deepak under aa gaya sumathi tab bhe aik bathrobe main he thi, aur woh rook nahin paya khud ko us k boobz daknay sai aur. ”“Featuring Karen Post,” he said. “Old cars? I have an old car ... scrap isn’t paying.”“Kind?”“Old Volvo...”“Where is it?”“Behind the garage.”“Look?”And here we go again ... Fifty bucks and I drove it to the gas station ... a 1966 Volvo 544 Sport. Carbs out of sync and timing off a plug. While I was getting it serviced a guy drove by, saw it and paid me 7 grand for it. Seven thousand and I never got to register it.Mel had followed me to the station ... at least I had a ride home. Penny was gone. After a few moments you come back with a towel. You lovingly wipe away my cum as you cover me with kisses. When you're done you ask, "Is that better Baby? Mommy's little baby is all clean now." I don't answer, I just grab you and kiss you deeply. Your tongue enters my mouth as you grind your body against me. I can feel my cock beginning to stir again as your rub your pussy against it. You push your body up mine and command me, "Suck on Mommy's tits, Baby!" I push myself up onto my elbows. “Oh, I wasn’t saying it was wrong, Helen. They play us every day, so why not? But won’t they know? Even if everybody changes the channel, aren’t the press going to know? Won’t people in the newsrooms watch it and have questions?”“Yes, they will.” Helen replied. “And if the public doesn’t care, do you know where they’ll ask those questions, Susan? In the Press Room at Castle Finzione. Or one-on-one interviews, talk show pre-interviews. Places where I can make them forget all their silly.