Its Sunday so my son always woke late!Suddenly I heard a light moan! I went upstairs. Its my latest bathing video! Lol! My son is shagging seeing that... He is kissing my boobs in screen. I felt pity for my son. He cummed on my bra cups. I swiftly came to hall without making noise and called him,”rajesh you lazy sloth wake up or I’ll pour cold water on you and make you freeze! He ran to downstairs. My eyes is fixed to his shorts. I can see wet patched in his shorts. He didn’t cleaned yet.! I said. ”“We’ll work out who buys lunch after we get a solution to our larger problem. I’ll call you shortly.”Dan left the bank and returned to his car. From there he drove north a few streets and parked close to a cultural abnormality for the Mexican city, an authentic English Pub. Before he exited the car, he called his wife. “Hi, Sweet. How’s it coming?”“Overall, I think everything is progressing well, but I just discovered my dress needs some minor alterations. My problem is I don’t know if I can. " I damned sure can. I told you back when you ran me through that shotgun wedding that she had accused half of the senior class of being the father of the baby she managed to lose last night while she was out cheating on me. She was a whore then and she is a whore now. All you have to do is check the EMT and police reports on her accident and a call to the school can verify that she quit the cheer squad a month ago. A month ago! A month of her telling us that she has been going to the games and. I hadfathered his child, and was now nursing the child of another woman with mymilk, sitting by his side and his tender love. At night, afterbreastfeeding Manuelito, I implored him to kiss my nipples. Out ofrespect, he was reluctant to do it because he knew how sensitive theywere. But I still insisted. Through them, I could sense the love in hislips passing into my body, and I would cry the happiest tears. The tearsof a woman in love, feeling as a woman in the deepest recesses of hersoul. One.