‘As father of the bride, I’m covering the reception at least.’ John agreed. He piped in. ‘You two can pay for your sisters’ weddings.’ ‘...hris, Dad, we are paying for everything. I’ll tell you guys what. You cover drinks for the reception and we’ll call it even.’ Thomas stated, his love for his father evident and respect for his future father-in-law growing. John frowned, ‘What kind of drinks are you boys talking about. If I’m buying spirits, I’m getting stuff that’ll put hair on your chest.’. Lydia pulled them gently upwards and away to elongate Cecelia’s breastflesh then rolled her wrists. Cecelia groaned. There was a rhythm to her fingers teasing caress about the bead of her clitoris. She neither slowed nor quickened its pace, relishing in Lydia’s attention to her breasts. Having her arms tight against her body to allow her hands to do their work below served to capture and intensify the presentation of her overflowing bosum to Lydia’s warm hands. The mountains of them were. One of them grabs my handcuffs with one hand and my leather hood, which has a top ring, with the other. He holds me very firmly in place, while the other proceeds to tie up my cock and balls with the string. It turns out to become a very tight bind, which makes the head of my cock turn deep purple, and my balls turn dark blue. I squirm about by the increasing pain from my genitals and my nipples, but the two men only laugh and continue to spit in my face. They pull on the string to my cock and. Or maineMummy ka blauwj faad diya or jor jor se unke mote boob dabane laga.. sach me dosto muje jannat mil gayi thi… mai puri tarh se mummy pe tut pata…. fir mummy ka hath mere lode pe gaya, mera loda puri tarh se khada ho gaya… or mummy mere lode ko chumne lagi… mummy boli ajrun tera lund bahot bada or mast hai….. aaj apni maa ko chod de is lode se…. itna kahne ke baad maine apna loda… mummy ke muh me daal diya.. or ab mai mummy ko galiyan dene laga…. chus meri raani… chus meri randi…..