Give them a show she shouted to herself, give them what they want. Her nipples were hard and she sent a hand up to pull at them. Her shouts were now l...ud and powerful, the tension begging to be broken. Now both hands ran ravenously over her body, her nails dug into the skin with electric waves and she gripped her breast hard, it had been so long, too long!Her white body writhing around in the afternoon sun, the rush hour traffic slowly creeping on by, she felt alive. She was glad of the mask,. Patch wore blue denim that went unwashed once he put it on new from the General Store. The jacket and trousers were crusted with months of grime from living among his milking goats. He once answered a discourteous remark about his laundry habits with a stern denial: "'Course I washes 'em. Ain't a summer goes by that I don't fall in the river!"His fedora hat was shabby and sweat-stained. Sparkling eyes peered from under that tattered brim, set in a craggy face wrinkled by years of sun and work.. ‘Oh, God!!!! I’m gonna comme!!!! Yyyyyeeeeeeahhhhhhhh!!!!!’ Bobby yelled. His insides uncoiled and he spewed gusher after gusher of his hot cream into her. ‘Yesssssss, Bobby!!! Oh, yesssssss!!! Take meeeeeeee!!! Take meeeeee!!!’ Helen cried, pulling at her nephew, trembling with ecstasy once more. ‘More!!! More!!! Oh, Goddddddddd!!! Oh, Goddddddddd!!!!!!’ Her body arched against his, her tight sleeve milking every bit of pleasure possible out of his cock. ‘Wow!’ Bobby said breathlessly. He and. Kya gazab ke side k ubhar the ekdum round or bich me tight lakir si Rekha or uske bich me se bahar dikh rahi pankhudiya ab mene uski pankhudiyo ko alag kiya to uska gulabi rang ka chhed dikh ne laga or mene usme meri jibh ghusa di muje uski chut ka test thoda ajib bhi laga thoda chip-chipa or thoda salty me to bas uske kahe mutabik uski pankhudiyo ko chusne laga.Uske munh se siskiya nikal rahi thi or room me gunj rahi thi wo bhi gata-gat mera poora lund munh me bhar k chus rahi thi mera ek bar.