.Aur kabhi kabhi hum apni mummyio ko ek sath bulake chod te bhi hain jisme hamara sara cum meri mummy chaat thi hai…Meri maa mere dosto ki raand rak...el ban chuki hai….Bhen ki lodi…. Ab yeh iss wale kahenge 1000 words ki likho inki ma ki chut itni hi likhunga me toh Dosto yeh ek sachhi kahani hai… Me apni mummy ke sath ek colony me rehta hu jaha mere bhot dost bhi hain… Me apni mummy ka description nahi dunga kyuki woh boring hoga bas yeh maanlo mast maal hai… Toh dosto ek din humare ghar me. About thirty icons cluttered the screen and there was tiny lettering under most of them. Along the left side of the screen, there was a flashing yellow bar, about an inch wide."We have no idea what the bar signifies," they were told. "Any place on the ship that has a bare wall will turn on like this. If you want to make the screen bigger, it's like a window on one of our computers -- you put your finger in the corner and 'drag' it. Ditto, to make it smaller."This bottom row of icons is terminal. Her story was very simple. Once she had been captured by the birdmen, they took her to their village, which was situated many miles to the south from the place she had been kidnapped. As soon as they got there, she was placed into a wooden cage. As a measure of security, they also tied her hands behind her back, so although she could walk in the cage, she couldn't use her hands at all. She remained a prisoner this way for five days, but her hands were untied twice a day when she was fed and. I had never found such an electric touch on my body before. She then sucked and I felt my cock touch her throat and I felt her start to try and take me a little more and said Sam oh my god, uhhhh yes, ohhhh ya, She then backed off and stroked my dick with her hand, and I warned her I was getting close, and as I did she took me in her mouth once more, and fondled my balls as I exploded in her mouth and pumped stream after stream, that she swallowed down and drained my cock completely,.