.mai uske pas gya nd baat shuru ki..kya kaMAAL lg rhi thi vo night suit me!Vo boli plz mjhe gate tk chalne me help krdo..mra to mai keha ji KHADA ho g...a..maine usko sahara diya nd dheere dheere chalaate hue usse gate tk le gya..log dekh rhe the but “unki maa ki….kise parwaah thi” :PBahar phunche to vo thanks bol k jane lgi ki mra ghar paas hi h mai chli jaungi..Khade lund pe danda padne lga tha! Maine kaha nhi mai b ja i rha tha vapis i’ll come wid u..vo b i knew upar upar se na bol rhi. Her lips popped off my nipple and her tongue swirled around my breast. She licked in circles around my mound, cleaning up the jizz with her tongue. It was so naughty. She was such a slut. I loved it.“Mommy, yes,” I moaned. “Ooh, yes. You're slut just like me. Mmm, clean up all that cum. You love it.”“So much,” she moaned. “I wish it was fresh. That would be even better.”“Yes,” I moaned in agreement, squirming at the wicked thrill. “Maybe Daddy will cum on my tits and you can lick me clean.”“Oh,. She gave me one of the best blow jobs I've had that night I had to push her off I couldn't take it any longer. She laid there on her back we looked each other in the eyes knowing how bad we wanted each other. I got up and kissed her passionately locked eyes looking even deeper into each other. She nodded and I slowly pushed my cock into her sopping wet tight little pussy. We both gasped louder and louder while I worked my way deeper into her pussy which fit like a glove. She finally got. He left and they drifted out of contact. Years go by as they always do. One touch is lost and sometimes is replaced by another but finding the same fit as what fit best the first time is an lifelong search, often rewarded by tangible clutches of what passes as the same thing. He marries and love his wife. A child is born who fills the gaping hole with his heartbeat and body heat. Sometimes, sometimes he closes his eyes and in his mind he is back there in her Sarah’s arms again. He feels her.