"You buried my body there. Not my soul. I still have that ... Well, at least, I think I do. I can't see myself, and I can't go anywhere, but I'm still...me. Well, sort of. I first thought I was just a memory in your mind, then I became stronger. But, whatever I am, I know that I don't want to visit my grave."Brenda, Baby, I've got to do this... "All right. But don't expect me to like it. How would you like to look at your grave?" What did she say?" Jessica questioned. "We know that you've been. ” Bhabhe ko kafi dard ho raha lagta hai. Paheli bar jo itna mota aur lumba lund unke bur me ghusa tha.Mai apna lund unki choot me ghusa kar chup chap para tha. Bhabhi ki choot pharak rahee thee aur andar hi andar mere laure ko masal rahee thee. Unki uthi uthi chunchean kafi tezi se upar neeche ho rahe thee. Maine hath barha kar dono chunchee ko pakar liya aur munh me lekar chusne laga. Bhabhi ko kuch rahat mili aur unhone kamar hilani shuru kar dii. Bhabhi mujhse bole, “Sahil shuru karo, chodo. Each time he waited for that arching, straining tension of buttocks and thighs to relax?just a little?before the next stroke added another burning touch to the teenager’s slow torment.The Colonel smiled letting his fingers work on the hot, slippery meat of the American boy’s cock as Andy thrust forward with each stroke of the cane. He knew that soon the American would be feeling a different kind of heat building up as the caning and the slow masturbation turned punishment into pleasure.‘NAAAAH!. His cock was sliding inch by glorious inch into my pussy. It didn't seem real. After so many dreams about this exact moment it was more magnificent than anything I could have conceived.I had fucked dozens of guys in my time, and had my share of mind-blowing sexual encounters, but this was beyond anything I'd ever known. It was so much more that just a cock in my pussy. It was my son's cock. There was something so primal, so forbidden, and so perfectly natural about it that made this something.