Lauren caught a glimpse of her own eyes on the reflective surface of the elevator wall, and with much effort, forced herself to calm down. Her red hai... looked like fire on her head, and her gray eyes were smoldering. She set her portfolio down on the floor, and leaned it against her legs, smoothing her T-shirt back out, and adjusting her jeans in place. She made a mental note to hit the punching bag when she got home. She wasn’t a small girl, never had been, though she took pains to keep her. Mom was enjoying the feeling and then she said, “Now, hold my waist and start pounding me”. That was the last direction I needed. I held mom’s waist, pulled back a little and rammed it back in. I was giving her a few slow strokes.After a few minutes, I could feel her pussy easing up. So, I started pounding her fast. Mom rubbed her clit and moaned vigorously, “Ahhhh.. Godddd.. Fuck me, baby… Fuck your mom harder. Aaahhhhhh”.I was ramming my dick into her with full force. I clicked her nipples. . Mmmm.. Aaahhhhhh ……. Changi tra chat ………. Hmmmmm …….Mere to reh nai ho rea c mai kea bhabi mai teri fuddi marni b: temu rokya kinne a pr ruk mainu condom kad lain de …Bhabi ne cupboard cho moods kadde te mere lun ch chada ditta….Te mere lak fadke kendi aaja te apne wal kich lea..Mai lun odi fuddi ch rakhya….Chole mal raggdya…….Te andar pa ditta te jor zor nal fuddi maran lag pea oda lak fad ke…B:ahhhhha ha ha ahaaaaammmmM:holi bol koi aju (speed tej karde hoyae)B: hmmmm ….. Ahhhh………Tej kr ………. The fifty men who occupied them are now standing or sitting just outside their enclosures. Beyond the caskets is a row of furniture, running parallel with each of the longer walls. Couches, chairs, beds and end tables create the line but are of a style I’ve never seen before. Each piece is a solid color and looks very comfortable, but who gives a shit about that. Several tables are sprinkled throughout the room and each holds bowls of fruit or a bottle of drink. The grand centerpiece, of this.