I open my legs to let your cock slip between, then close them again, You thrust your hips in and out, fucking your cock between my thick, heavy thighs... its shaft rubbing over my clit, bringing me to the edge of cumming. My juices flow, covering your cock in my cream. You lead me to the bed and I perch on the end. You slide you fingers through my hair, clench your fists and with a rough tenderness, pull my head back. My hand slowly clasps around your thick cock. I stroke it; swirl my soft tongue. Can you kiss me again?”Po: Sure son.I hugged her this time and kissed her on the lips for almost 5 minutes. I grabbed her ass above the saree. She hugged me tightly. I made my move now it’s mom’s turn. After breakfast, I was planning to take a bath.Po: I will give you an oil bath today.Me: Ok, mom.First I entered and mom followed me.Me: Mom wait outside I will change to a towel.Po: Come on, son, I have seen you naked.Me: But mom…Po: No buts just remove your clothes and I am going to remove. We went into her room, where we continued, until I started applying more pressure, until she began silently moaning as she closed her eyes. I undid her belt, sliding a hand down her shorts and continued her rubbing. “I’m so sorry” I whispered to her; as she whispered back “Don’t worry”. Suddenly she stopped and said softly, “shit what are we doing, we’re just friends.” She was right, and I acknowledged this. I didn’t know what had come over me. I moved onto my mattress on the floor, and we. He was so convinced Candy Records’ already loony bosses had finally gone the useless kind of crazy, and yet, after just a few months of searching, they found someone who sounded exactly like the completely fake Internet starlet the ‘record label’ has created. Indeed, Candy Records had never dealt with actual artists – they were part of a shadowy consortium exploring the mechanics of popularity. They created real-sounding artificial voices, gave them some characterization, and threw them at.