Tarikh hoiparyanta jar nahi dile tar tyachi jamin janar hoti, bagesakat. paise bharayacha var sangitlela side business cha marga tyasahi changala hota... dusrya divshi aamhi pahila tar jungli janavarani kopryakadil kelichya don zadanchi nasdhus keli hoti. aaine tayar kelela kumpan pan modla hota. “ran dukkar astil” aai mhanali.Pathan mhanala ki kateri tarecha kumpan ghaluya. mag aai aani to kamala laagle. mi pan hoto. te pratham baambu shodhayala laagle. mala tyacha purvi pasun jaam raag yet ase.. Also I apologized for peeping into their private life. She said its fine & she forgave me.After that day me & mom became close friends. We shared a lot of personal talks with each other. After almost a month we became so close that we were comfortable talking about sex life too. And I finally asked her a question I’ve been dying to ask.I asked “Mom, why you & dad fought that day after sex?”She replied “it’s our personal thing, you don’t get involved in it.”I said “We have been sharing so much. Ye story ki main part hai Sangita jo ki mere pados me rehti hai. Wo ek angel k jaisi dikhati hai. Unhe dekh k aisa lagata hai mano god ne use apne liye banaya ho magar galati se earth pe bhejh diya. Wo milk se bhi gori hai. Unka figure34-26-36 hai. Hamare area me unke sb hi diwane hai. Unke baare me sochate hi mera khada ho jata hai. . . . Aap log believe nhi karoge is waqt bhi mera cock khada hi hai. Na jane kitne logo ne bhabhi k naam ki muthiya maari hai. Unme se ek mai bhi hu. . . . . .. While I was cumming into Lena, Gina was stroking her cock, spraying my face with spurt after spurt of thick cum. I was amazed of the sheer volume of her load; it was all over my face, yet she was careful not to hit me in the eye. When she stopped cumming she playfully spattered the cum on my face with her softening cock, while I tried to suck it into my mouth. I succeeded eventually and I could taste her sperm-covered cock. Her sperm was much thicker and creamier than Lena's. It was salty, full.