Here I am with a story that will interest all.As I told u all earlier, I and my mom Geeta enjoy sex ever since that day when I fucked her first. My se...capades with mom were not only limited to bedroom in afternoon but also in kitchen bathroom living room etc as all these things make me damn horny. Once I even pinched her boobs while she was preparing medicines for my dadi though dadi was too ill to notice all these things.Coming to the story I always had an eye on our maid Poonam even before I. I could feel her High Heels on my back and the sensation was great. Within minutes she was cuming again and I could taste her pussy juice as it flooded into my Mouth, oh what a taste of honey. Soon she stood up reached over to the table and applied a new heavy coat of Bright Red Wet Lipstick to her wet sexy Mouth.Janet then knelt down in front of me and for the second time that evening proceeded to give me a Red wet blowjob. My head was laid back on the couch when I felt a strange sensation. Didi ne bhai ko bataya to bhai ne kaha main ruk jaya karunga. Main un teeno ko game ke liye mana kar deta hu.Didi: Nahi game ke liye mana mat kar, hum jeet rahe hai na.Bhai: Didi woh sale bohot harami hai.Didi: Harami hai to kya hume to game se matlab hai.Me: Jada bolenge to main sambhal lungi unko aap fikar na karo.Meri baat sun kar dono hasne lage. Wapis aate time maine didi se kaha, “Didi aap pehle to sabhi game jeet jaati thi, ab harti kyu ho?”Didi: Main kya kar sakti hu yaar, shayad mera. And then one day she gave me the address to her FaceBook page. When I visited it (almost immediately, of course!), the first thing I noticed was her picture. It was beautiful! After staring at the picture for quite some hours over the next couple of days, I sent her a text. ‘The more I look at your pic, and I look at it a lot, the more I see a story there. You are at an airport – no, a train station – and you are waiting for someone you care deeply about to arrive, but he is late. Perhaps so.