Aur mene maa ka padar nikala jaise he padar nikala maa ke bade bade boobs ko dekha ke me maa ke boobs pe aise tut pada jaise koi ladka maa ka dudha pi...a chahata hai or me boobs chusata raha chusata raha kuch der bad maa bole ke ashish khujali udhar nahe edhar he ye kam karo or me maa ke chut ko apane hathe se sahalane laga or jaise he mene maa ke chut me ugali dali maa ne susu kar de or bole wo wo wo or mene apana lund maa ke chut me dala maa bole jor se bete jor se me jor se shot lagane laga. I felt them alive in my mind and I changed repeatedly to please them and also asked for their forgiveness. All this while, my son was steadily holding my velvety derrière and shaking it in his lap. His tongue was also flashing like a snake on my globular egg shaped melons.I felt his flickering very pleasant and familiar as if it were a sensation of not long ago. His tongue was fierce at first and then he slowed and kissed them full, bit the areal is a bit, licked them like a dog, ran his tongue. Upstairs there was a bathroom and three bedrooms. The largest had 2 mattreses on the floor but had no one in, the next room was completely dark and I was told only to go in there if I didn’t mind who or how people touched me as I wouldn’t see a thing and the smaller room had a single mattress on the floor but had a lock on the door so if anybody wanted privacy they could. There was another locked door and this was to the loft conversion where the couple lived and was off bounds during the. When I finished up and opened the door, I found Cornell standing there waiting outside.He was one of Victor’s supervisors that I had met before during a visit to the office. Cornell was a black man, quite tall, young and handsome; a bachelor that had promised he would never marry. I was pretty sure that he might be well endowed. I looked up at him and said “Go on, Cornell, it's all yours”.He turned to answer; “Thanks Ana, you really don't mind if I do!”. I did not understand what he was.