Yeh sunkar tariq ji khush huye aur unke lund ko maa ke chut me aur jor jor se thokne lage.kabhi kabhi who speed kam karke,mummy ki chummy le rahe the,...aa ki chuchio ko chat rahe the ,kaat rahe the,chus rahe the,aur phir se speed barhake jor jor se chod rahe the. 40 min ragar ragar ke chodne ke baad unhone apne poora paani maa ki chut mein bhar diya aur wahi bistar par dono let gaye.Kuch 10-12 min baad tariq ji uthke baythe aur maa ko apne godi mein bithaya.meri nangi ma unko jakarke baiti. Erika the bartender noticed that my beer was almost gone and said "hey if you help me take out the recycling I'll give you a free beer". "Sounds good" I said and got up to help. Erika was wearing a low cut top showing alot of beautiful cleavage, and as she bent down to pick up a bag of cans / bottles, I got a nice view of those tits. Ericka normally wore shirts that bunched up those beauties to show them off to the guys and I would always stare, almost get hypnotized by them. I grabbed a bag. I just noticed that she was starting to show signs of growing up. There were two little points in the shirt where her chest was; could she be growing breasts? Wow, I really missed some changes around here."I hugged Brie and tucked her in, then sat on the side of the bed. "Brie, Honey, I have to ask if you have been told about the changes in your body that seem to appear. I mean do you know about menstruation and all that girl stuff that should be coming along any day now?"Brie sat up, hugged me. It stews on the mind’s back burner, bubbling in the juices that form thoughts, lodged in the wrinkly grey meat of one’s brain. It was Chicago’s fault. In the early nineties I was the new kid, fresh off the farm and too dumb to stay away from Cicero. One evening in the parking lot behind my apartment building, I saw children playing a game. It wasn’t like any game I’d ever seen in rural Ohio. The boys had removed seat belts from parked cars and swung them around like bolas, smashing car windows.