I think I am a keen observer and i’ ve checked each and every inch of her heavenly body out my past life.Okay now how we got hooked up , it goes lik... this, its one of the days when my looks got into play and my stars were the luckiest , I got a call from an unknown phone number ,i picked it up and asked who it is? A sexy feminine and soft voice replied mein hoon? I was bewildered ,i asked kaun mein? She replied are mein meera di!! Oh fuck I was shell shocked because I was not used to meera. Power Plant, Bee, may I help you?"Good morning," she smiled through the phone. I could picture it easily."A very good morning," I agreed, to more giggling."What time will you be getting home?"Teenagers never listen. "A little after nine." Fine," she said. I needed no fire lizards to detect disappointment. Perhaps she had listened, but hoped I might make an excuse to leave early. Maybe I would. "My mother said she'd pick me up at eight." Ah. Even with a good excuse, I couldn't leave before. Unhone mujhe bhi nanga hone ko kaha. Maine dress utari aur nanga khada hua unke samne. Woh mujhe dekhne lage neeche se upar tak, mujhe bohut sharam aarahi thi.Fir mujhe letne ko kaha aur woh mere upar aagaye aur zor zor se mere lips ko choosne lage. Aur dono hathon se boobs daba rahe the. Esa kuch time tak non stop chala.Fir woh bole 69 postion mein aajao. Hum ab ek dusre ka lund choosne lage the. Ussi time maine apni gand ki chedh (asshole) par unki gili ungli feel kari. Woh mere asshole ko. “Aren’t you afraid of what your coworkers will think of your mother?”Brady smiled that incredibly handsome smile that made his mother melt. “They’re going to think you’re hot,” he told her. “Besides, none of these people really know us personally, so we’re not going to mention that you’re my mom. You don’t even look old enough to be my mother.”Rita couldn’t help letting out a little giggle. Brady’s wicked little deception sounded like fun.She kept the towel around her body while her son went to.