I felt I am married again. Married to my son! I couldn’t feel anything but ecstatic as my son finger-fucked me to climax. After I climaxed I was ant...cipating that Arun would fuck me and was ready for it but instead he went back to sleep. I have to tell you that by now I am more a wanton for my son’s manhood than feeling guilty. By now I also realized it could be Arun’s sinister plan to get me to fuck him. But instead of feeling disgusted about it I felt great seeing what he had to go through to. .Aur room se bhar aake lund ko adjust kiya akkir maa hi yaar phir dusra blouse leke aaya toh woh unko phena diya phir bari petticoat ki thi usko khola toh meri aankien khuli ki khuli reh gayi maa ne penti nhi pheni thi aur wph unko pta chal gya aur woh haath se chupane lagi aur m nazre chuppa raha tha phir unhome kaha ki jaldi pwhnao tph mene kaha bima dekhe kese pehnau toh unhone kaha ki ab dekh toh liya hi hai phir himmat karke piche mudha aur petticoat pehna diya ki mene toh tent bana hi. She was one of only a couple of the older residents whom I gardened for. I’d known her since I was a kid, and it only took a few exchanges of compliments to admit me to her bed. These exchanges went something like this – Her: ‘I don’t understand why a nice looking and pleasant young fellow like you is still living in this place.’ Me: ‘I like it here and I’ve got plenty of work, and anyway, I don’t understand why a handsome woman like you hasn’t remarried.’ That brought a flush of pleasure to. “As a 21st century woman, having a vagina is always enough. Men are always hungry for more and one thing you can offer them is your anal cavity. Now, raise your hand if you know the answer: who knows the first rule of anal?” The class laughs. “Lube up!” one girl shouts. “Very good. Now who remembers the second rule?” “Always get an enema before hand” another girl shouts. “Again, correct” the teacher replies. “Both rules number one and number two are fundamental rules of anal never to be.