Tumre dad ne mere sath dhoka kiya hai…. tum bhi mujse mat choro… itna kahne ke baad mummy mujse lipat gayi or muje apni baahon me kas ke jakad liy...…. mai pagal ho gaya maine mummy ko bed pe litaya or unki saari khol di… or mummy ke baalon ko paakad ke kas ke chumne laga… mummy bhi meri jawani ke kabje me aa chuki thi , fir mummy ne meri t-shirt kholi or mere jism ko chumne or chatne lagi….. or maineMummy ka blauwj faad diya or jor jor se unke mote boob dabane laga.. sach me dosto muje jannat. She lit the candles and started to unbutton my shirt. I helped her and soon my shirt was on the floor. Then it was my turn, I unbuttoned her shirt, kissing her neck as I lowered it off her shoulders. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples were like small pebbles, begging to be sucked. I bent over and took one in between my lips, then the other, a moan escaped her lips as my hands found the snap of her jeans.I lowered her jeans to the floor and helped her out of them, and then kneeling in front. While my mouth was becoming a cum reservoir Mrs. Beauchamp was busy suckingall of her ejaculate off of my midsection. I could feel her huge full lips sucking allover my lower abdomen thighs and cock. Soon she was working my nutsack withher mouth and I was getting rock hard again! What she was doing felt so good thatI started moaning and that is when I swallowed the whole load that I had collected.She had me feeling so turned on that I just grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled hergash down onto my. Susan tried to convince herself that Carmen and Benita were just doing aerobics or some other sort of exercise. When Susan’s head rounded the door and her eyes gazed on the bed, a lump was in her throat. Susan stared in disbelief as her daughter’s best friend repeatedly thrust into her baby girl with wild abandon. From the angle the pair of lovers were across the bed and Benita’s back was to Susan. Susan knew enough of sex to know about strap-on-dildos and simply assumed that was what Benita.