My mother, Jas, was an office secretary. A typical office lady, she handled administrative matters and assisted her boss. Because of her years of expe...ience working with that company, she was highly valued and even did the accounting despite having no formal training.Her long silky black hair that extended to the middle of her back was what had inspired me to let my hair grow. Possessing doe-eyes and small pink lips that never seem to be chapped, she looked much younger than her actual age.. Now I also slightly insert my hand from bottom of kurta to inside and touched her bare belly .her face expressions also showed that she was also enjoying this play. I just lean forward on her as somebody pushed me , and kissed on her neck slightly. But suddenly I saw a person standing near me and observing me . I smiled to him and signalled him that he can also enjoy . he accepted my proposal and stand beside the lady and slowly touch her thigh . lady saw this man with some fear but did not. " ( Later, Barbie developed many sizes and identities, but this was around 1960.) It took a week or before I completely absorbed the idea that Barbie wasn’t ever going to look like me or Rachel or my mom or anybody I ever knew. My attitude toward her changed. Rachel (my sister) and I regularly tortured and defiled Barbie, pulling off her legs and arms, and burning her breasts with wooden matches. We cut her long legs down so she would move the way that Rachel and I did. It wasn’t very long. It is a very tight fit with two thin straps around my arse, with a cock ring style clip attached and it feels good on me while Sarah is teasing my cock with her lips and fingers while a new woman is watching and waiting for me to fuck her – or her fuck me.Biena is obviously excited as she flaunts her naked body for me, as she stands with her legs apart with her hands on her hips watching Sarah sucking my very engorged cock.“Eight inches and thick, just as you told me. Can I have him now?” Biena.