Par call aaya tha to usne kaha ye shruti ka no. He kya ? Me bolne wala tha ki apne galat no. Laga diya tha par turant mene mazak me keh diya Ha ye shr...ti ka no. He par wo to abhi apni mummy ke sath bazaar gayi he apna mobile ghar par chhod gayi he….Usne kaha aap kon bol rahe he mene mene kaha me uska father bol raha hu …Wo thoda hadbada gayi fir usne mujhe namaste kiya aur mene usse aise hi haal chal pucha fir thodi der baad mujhe laga ki ab jyada mazak ho gaya to mene usse kaha ki me aap se. Luego de dejar aquellos sucesos atrás salimos a la ciudad. Pasamos un rato agradable, cenamos, paseamos por las tiendas del lugar, compramos un par de recuerdos y regresamos caminando al hotel. Parecía como si nunca hubiera pasado nada entre nosotros.Pero las cosas nunca son tan fáciles de olvidar. Esa noche mientras mi madre dormía, vinieron a mí las imágenes de los eventos del día. No podía dejar de pensar en la mano de mi madre sobre mi polla, la cual comenzaba a levantarse. La calentura fue. With fear in mind she slowly touched to my cock. she could not hold it any longer. Preeti suggested her to kiss on it which she followed like an obedient child. she showered a few light kisses on my cock. While I was doing so, Preeti hold it and placed my cock in her mouth. She gave a tongue bath to tip of the cock. she tested my aromatic pink cock head. she wondered that me was still slipping. But she was wrong. When she lifted her head from the cock she see that Preeti was kissing to me and i. ”“Umm.” my mom said.The boys ate their breakfast quickly because they had a football game to get to, which left mom and I by ourselves. I felt a sort of dread while we ate. Mom was dead silent, which meant she was thinking of something to do for more punishment. When she got up to put her plate in the sink she said, “I got something for you to do, and it is right up your alley. This is my day to clean Clifford’s house so you are going to help me.”“Help you how?” I said, kind of knowing the.