Or hum ese hi ek dusre ko chum rhe hote hai fir meri mom mera lund muh main leke chusti hai jese koi bacha bhukha honor usko kuch khane ki chij mile h...Mom: beta tere lund ka swad or sugand itni achi hai ki main isse chod nahi sakti kass main isse pure din muh main rakhe so patiMe: mom yeh tera hi haiOr maine apne maa ki xhut ko muh main leke katne or chusne laga or vih eeeeee haaaaa oooohh jese avaj nikal rahi thi hum dono ekdure ko sukun de rahe the or phir maine mom ko nanga kiya puri tarah. All of a sudden, her hand darted back under and she said that something had touched her. I told her that someone was next door and they were probably as much turned on as we were. I positioned myself so I could see under the cubicle and noticed the person was crouching down with her back against the cubicle wall and I could see the tips of her bum cheeks just below the wall. it told my wife to put her hand back and have a feel and she said that I should first. I wanted to but if the person sees. I shrugged, “As long as you are safe.” We chatted about her college course, my work, and people we knew until the party ended. “I know it’s not far, but I’ll walk you home.” I offered. We set off not holding hands, but at least arm in arm, coats buttoned up against the wind and rain. When we reached her parent’s house I gave her a peck on the cheek and went to walk away. She pulled me back. “Rob, can I make it up to you? I know it’s not like exploring a new blond like, whatever her name was,. He didn’t want her to see his body. She knew that. But she had to. It couldn’t be that bad. His face wasn’t that bad. Slowly she put her hand against his chest. He moaned slightly, but stayed asleep. Slowly her fingers went to the buttons of his shirt and she started to undo them. He continued to sleep. She finally got the last one undone and moved to push his shirt off him, when his eyes opened and he stared at her. She just sat there, her one hand against his bare chest. Slowly her let her.