I felt happy hearing this and felt that I can get my mom fucked by this uncle, now I had to make a plan to get this done. Mom was a shopping freak and...used to do a lot of shopping, and in order get the blouse stitched, she used to go to a far off distance as there were no tailors in the near by locality until Sharma uncle shifted there. I took this as a Positive sign and wanted to see what happens when uncle sees mom. I did not want to tell uncle that my Mom would be coming to get the blouse. Pulling some wetness upward, you beginning rubbing my sensitive little nub in hard, fast circles. Our eyes gaze into each other as our breathing turns to panting. You drive your cock harder into me. Deeper. You rub my clit faster. Lust flows out of every pore. I wrap my legs tighter around you, drawing my body up into an arch. My body burns for you. My heart aches. My soul dances. I’ve never in my life belonged to anyone the way I belong to you right now. One last thrust and we cum…together. We. "I don't know about that. Does size really matter?" "Yes it does," she quickly responded. "I've had guys with tiny cocks in me and it left little impression." "Maybe it's all psychological?" "Tell that to my pussy. She likes big cocks," she said and erupted into laughter and nearly slipped off the couch. I lunged forward to catch her and my hand slipped under the barely existant t-shirt. This action provoked a big radiant smile from Anne who planted a long deep kiss on my lips, her tongue. Rocco runs from the room and into his office to retrieve his digital camcorder but quickly returns and starts taping the action in crisp detail. "Has anyone ever told you that you taste a little like tofu, Pix? It isn't bad, but I bet he tastes more like Italian sausage. That perfect mix of Clive Owen, Rico Suave, and the most perfect specimen of an Italian man you could ever hope of finding." Fystee slides two fingers into Pixie's drenched pussy as she tries to show off for the camera. As.