Hm G. H (guest house) pahuche and gud 9t bol kar apne apne room may ja kar so gaye but mujhe nind nahi aa rahi thi aur aati bhi kaise ruhi red panty m...y bar bar najar aa rahi thi fir mne uske name ki mstrbte k and aap to jante he hai k strbte karne k baad nind kitni achi aati hai. Subha meri nind khuli to dekha k mere room k gate ko koi jor jor se baja raha hai m gaya and gate open kiya to samne ruhi pink color ki nighty may Thi mne kaha k aaj ka din to kafi acha jane wala hai to usne kaha k wo. ” I felt his hand on my arm as he guided me forward. The silken blindfold was much more effective than I’d expected, and I really couldn’t see a thing. I had a feeling the lights were still out, although there must have been some form of illumination. Of course, that explained the scent – it was candles. A little shiver ran down my spine. He’d gone to some effort to set this up, and I was enjoying it already. The lack of sight just seemed to sharpen my other senses, and I tried to work out. Take that it will help u". But Ronnie was not interested in oils. "Shut up!! u prostitute. I am going to insert without oil even if I have to tear ur hole". Saying so, he spited on his mother's ass hole for a couple of times. Then painted those spit around her lips and and made in watery all over. Then he started to enter. First gradually. But it did not go fully inside. He took it out and repeated again with same force. But result was the the same. So he took out again, spited a couple of more. Her son sat at his desk his eyes glued to his computer monitor, ear-buds wedged into his ears, oblivious to the anything other than his computer screen.On the computer screen a short movie was playing over and over again in an endless loop. A mature woman dressed in a business suit was bent over a desk; her legs splayed wide, she hung onto the desk for support, tottering precariously on her high-heeled shoes. The woman's skirt was hiked up her back exposing her thighs and buttocks; they were.