Mein phir se iss ko thanks karna chahatha hu mere kafi story iss mein publish kiye. Mera naam rahul hai, mein thane ka rehne walu jo Mumbai ke pass ha.... Thane ke kash area jaise hiranandani, ashar vasnt-vihar ke aurat or ladki ko chudana chatha hai toh muje mail kar sakthe hai. Out of thane ke bhi or state ke bhi, kolkatta ke aurat bhi chuda sakthe hai mujse kolkatta mein or ek bath mujse friendship chat or sex chat bhi kar sakthe hai. Mera e-mail id hai mera previous stories ka jo response. She could move now, but shedaren't not, as he carried her across the throne room, and into an antechamber.The light in the room was that of a warm billowing ember, given off bythe Tri-Force, as it floated in place above the dais in front of anornate window, a testament to the Thief King's vanity. Drawn in theglass was he, stood taller than the world, holding it in his hand. Infront of all the decoration, was a stone altar, topped with a lush, redsheet. She was laid down on it, as the dull throb. I felt a small pair of hands groping my breasts and another set slipping up the legs of my shorts and I gasped.One mother, who had disrobed completely, stepped over, lifted my t-shirt up, and over my head, as the small hands continued fondling my breasts pulled my face into her cleavage, holding me close. I felt my shorts tugged down around my ankles revealing my trimmed landing-strip pubic mound and the small fingers begin to explore my pussy. All around me, I saw the naked bodies of mothers. .. I suddenly reached into her robe and grabbed one of her nice tits. She slapped my hand and yelled asking me what I thought I was doing. I approached her and slid both my hands into her robe pulling her against me. I pushed my hardness against her, she felt it. And she kept pushing me away yelling at me to stop. It's disgusting she would say. Then at one point I grabbed her again and pulled her against me. My buldge against her wet pussy. My hand went into her robe and between her thighs..