Nahi mom asa mat kahna maina mom ka moon par hath rakh kar bola.Mom ap ko jo chaheya mila ga or maree be satisfaction ho jaa ge, theak hai magar abhi ...ahi abhi tara pita ana wala hayin subha wasa be taree school sa chutee hai, theak hai mom magar abhi to mara pass batho batain karta hayin, chal theak hai magar koe maste nahi karna, theak hai. Phir mom na muj s a poocha toona chota ko kasa pataya tha, to maina saree baat such such bata dee, mom ya sun kar hansna lagi or boli bohat chalak ho gaya. When she slowed down Frank pulled her face down to his and he kissed her open mouth and it didn't look like she was kissing back. He lifted her head back up and she never opened her eyes and Frank softly asked her if that was a strong one and she shook her head yes slowly. Frank pulled her back down and they both were kissing this time and when it stopped Karen laid her head on his shoulder facing me. Her face had a look of complete satisfaction on it and she lay there a while on him.I heard. She ground her hips into my hand as if she was listening to some great jazz music and we were dancing at a club. It was slow and rhythmic and primal. She put her hands behind my head and started nibbling on my earlobe. She matched the rhythm I was using on her clit and soon we were in perfect sync with each other.“mmm, that feels really really good.” She said“Do you like having your clit stroked?”I cupped both her breasts with my hands and brought my head down to start sucking on her left. Now it was my turn to moan, and it was a most delicious sensation to know the pleasure I was obviously giving him. I felt his lust building and I was prepared to take his essence down my throat if he could not control his discharge, but he suddenly withdrew and pulled me up off my knees, guiding me onto the bed and laying me down gently. I watched as he climbed in beside me and we embraced again, kissing each other deeply and with lusty abandon. I wanted him inside me, and told him so..