Maine moot khtm kia.Or maa ka hath khich kr sofe me baithaya or khich kr ek chantamara or boli bhosdiwali bete se chudwayegi.Bhai utha or ek chanta ma... k chehre pr de mara.Maa ki aankho me aansu aa gaye.Mai khsh ho ri ti..Bhai ne lund maa k muh me pel dia.Maa ki aankhe bdi ho gai.Bhai ne muh me dhkke dene shuru kiye jaise muh ni koi chut ho.Mai maa ki chut chat ri ti.Bhai bola.Meri maa ka bhosda chat ri h.Yi vo bhosda h jha se hm dono nikle hn.Chat ise aaj ise dono log mil k pelenge meri. I said that I would think about it.It kind of hung over our heads for the day and that night I told her that I would like to talk about it again. After a night of talking, this is what it came down to: when our sex life was flat, she had thought about having an affair. She and Bruce, a coworker, had been having working lunches and sometimes they worked at our place after dinner. She was alone at his place after dinner one night when they were working on a report and she wondered if he was going. I could tell that Brandon was almost ready to cum as I was. The strokes became quicker and quicker and our breathing was simultaneously increasing with each second. I had to rest back on my hand so as not to "crush" Brandon under my weight. I could feel our cocks pumping together, the blood pulsating in the veins that were pressed against each other as he stroked our cocks together. The pre-cum was now oozing even more providing more lubrication than the Vaseline. Brandon's hips were rising as. They’re pictures that gave my own brother a hardon,” she said. “How fantastic is that?”Fuck! I’d hoped she’d forgotten about that. The fact that she’d remembered (and was even celebratory about it), got in the way of me noticing that, magically, her self-doubt had disappeared and she was on the “Hey! I’m sexy!“ bandwagon. She confused me further by walking up to me and invading my personal space. She looked right into my eyes. I could smell the scent of her body lotion.Part of what I didn’t.