. per mere dimag me aaya ki agar aisy hi daya dikhai to ye mouka haath se nikal jayega aur fir gaand nahi maar paunga iski mainy usse commode pe jukay... aur pyaar se back pe kiss karte hue kaha ek baar aur bas , wo fir nahi nahi karne lagi per main kahan rukne waala tha mainy pressure banaya to usse bhi samjh aagaya ki isse nahi marne dungi tab tak peecha nahi chodega …..Usne ek gehri saans li aur kutiya ki tarah commode pe bend ho gayi …..ky mast gand thi gol gol ekdum fair aur bheegi hui mainy. The rush hour had started, and the freeway traffic was beginning to slow. On any ordinary day, Alice would have been cursing the weather and the traffic, telling herself that they ought to move out of the suburbs and into the country, or else into the center of the city where everything was within walking distance or only a short drive away. Alice would never get used to freeways.Today, however, she welcomed the traffic madness and the downpour. They took her mind off what had happened at home.. She knew that her doctor and counsellor were right, she just needed time to grieve after the miscarriage. But dammit, she needed to be back to herself again. Or maybe she needed to find herself. She was not quite sure which it was actually. She tried to focus on all the good things in her life. Her daughter, of course, was chief among them. But her older children too were doing remarkably well. She was proud of the thoughtful, independent people they were becoming. Each one would make any. I cummed all over her face and she took some juice inside and drank them all.We both fucked in doggy position upto 4 pm and reached the climax. As my mom would come back at 5, we washed ourselves and she started dressing up. I asked her not to wear bra and panties now. She accepted it and kept them in her handbag and wore her blouse and skirt. I helped her in wearing saree. I gave a deep kiss on her navel. It was 4.25 pm, she asked me to drop her in home. But i was in no mood to leave her that.