She put her hands back on her tits and started squeezing them between fingers and the palm of her hand. Every time I plunged I hard there was a little...moan, each time getting a little louder and a little longer until she took her hands away from her tits and grasped my buttocks keeping my cock deep inside her wet cunt. “Oh fuck, fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt” “oh fuck yes” followed by a loud high squeal as she came. I felt her push down as though she wanted to push my cock right out of her but I. If looks could kill, the poor girl would have been struck down there and then by a bolt of lightning, but she knew the score and laughed it off in good humour.When we got home a delivery van was already there waiting for us with the fridge and the freezer and all the other electrical goods we'd purchased earlier on in the morning (we'd paid extra for quick delivery, but that was super quick)We spent the rest of the day putting everything away and went to bed finally around midnight, shattered. And who bestows rights? ‘They are endowed by their creators with certain unalienable rights.’ We women are the creators, so we, the mothers, bestow rights. It is as much of a superpower as any other, and I would argue it is the greatest. Greater than super-strength, or flying, or shooting lasers out of your eyes. And like all super-powers, it must be used responsibly, so there are times to use it, and there are times you do NOT use it.“This man got you pregnant, and you made a decision to NOT. So mene socha ki aisa mauka kaise jane du to mene apne hath unke badan pe touch karna suru kiya. Mene pehle unki kamar pe hath rakh kar sahelane laga kasam se kya makhamali kamar thi uski. Jaise jaise mera haath uski kamar pe touch ho raha tha wiase waise wo angdayi le rahi thi and achanak wo meri taraf mud gayi uska chahera mere chahere ke paas aa gaya…Wo jag hi rahi thi so mene use pakad ke uske hotho pe kiss kar diya. Hum dono ke hoth ek dusre ke hotho se jud chuke the and hum ek dusre ka.