000 photos or videos, to earn earnestly finally free premium membership.So I don't take any blah-blah for an answer anymore. I am too old and respecte... to eat any more of that sh*t.! Proofs - not counting hundreds of blogs in a few dozens of languages:1: -- #5 over all as 'petdyke' (with 410) in English -- Give me back my profile or face financial costly consequences!2: -- #1 weekly or monthly (17) as 'Poet-PETER' since Summer,entering the top-100 once more with a dozen in line.3: -- #3 over. I started to press down slowly and gently. “Mmmm”, said Jo, ever so lightly.“Enjoying that?” I ask, as my press my knuckles in gently.“Very much so,” she said.I pressed and massaged her lower back, occasionally squeezing her love handles. On one particular squeeze, I noticed that her she curled her toes and shuddered a bit. She was hooked now. I slowly started to massage her upper back. I unclasped her bra, and she froze for a second, but said nothing. I started rubbing her whole back,. I slowly increased my speed. The fucking continued for 10 minutes, and after that, I was like.Me: Varudhu ma varudhu ma, amma. (I’m coming, mom, I’m coming, mom.)And I came in her pussy. I came to like it for over a minute. I couldn’t stop it. Since my mom had a tubectomy after my sister’s birth, it wasn’t a problem. I took my dick out of her pussy and made her lie down on the bed.I slept next to her hugging her. But my dick was still hard. She laughed by seeing my dick and saidMom: Time. I was soon to learn some disturbing things about both of us.Confident in my superior strength, I sneered at the tape and handcuffs. Only a wimp would need mechanical assistance. And what was with the condoms, anyway? What kind of pussy did she think I was? I followed the sound of the television into the family room.As promised, my wife was wearing a faded yellow sundress. That dress, confirming her complicity, was the final sign that sealed her fate irrevocably. She could abandon all hope of.