.Mein upar chad gya lund choot k muhane pr rkha hamla krne k liye taiyyar tana hua.Mein- kya daal dun kahan dalun.Naam le kr bolo. . .. Seema niche s ...mar utha kr lund k tope ko choot k ched m lene ki kosis krte hue.Bhabhi- meri jaan apna lund meri choot m daal de khush ab to daal. . Mene lund nishane p rkha or apnistyle m ek jhatke m pona ander.Wo chilla kr thoda upar srki.Bhabhi- aaayyyiii ….. Marega kya uuiii ….. Mein-treat to aise kr ri jaise phli baar liya ho. Bhabhi-haiiii. .Itna bda kdk. I had never felt like this in my entire life…so excited, flushed, happy and aroused, it must have been the combination of the great day we had winning the League, seeing all those cocks, all the wine I had and looking at these pictures of me next to all these young cocks, me, a fat stupid 51 year old lump. I thought, other than my husband, who the hell would find me remotely attractive.The phone beeped again, it was still only 7.20pm, and again the message was for me to come round, they had. " "What's not to understand," she spat, "either my daughter is having sex with you or she isn't, or are you so dense you're not sure!?!" "No, that's not it," he replied, "it's just that, well, I wasn't ready for......." "That's exactly the point," she interrupted, "you weren't ready to get caught were you!?!" His mind was racing as he tried desperately to come up with some sort of defense, but all he really could think was how in the hell could Pam have been so dumb to tell her mother about. “I can feel how hard you are boss,” she gasped. “How big.” Beth was moaning now as they kissed. Jackson’s hands roughly moulded her tits with his hands as Beth still sitting in his lap rested back a little. Her hand reached down, and she began to stroke his trousers where she could feel his rock-hard dick. Carefully she slipped it from inside his open trousers and surprised as before at how big it was, she began to stroke it. Jackson smiled, rolling his eyes into the back of his head which Beth.