Didi bich bich me aaaahh huu n naauuchhh unnn kar rahi thi. Main apni jeebh se fuck karta raha aur didi ek baar aur jhad gayi.main bhi unke muh ko fuc... karta raha.mera lund didi ke poore halak mein andar bahar hota gaya,ab main jhdne ke kareeb aane laga to main jor jor se shot maarne laga,thodi der baad mera bhi paani didi ke muh mein nikal gaya jisse didi ne poora paani pee liya.didi boli ki kush tera lund to tere jija se bada hai,unse to kuch hota hi nahi hai.maine kaha ki didi main hu na aaj. I went and sat near mom. She adjusted to sit at the other end of the bed and told me to put the lap on her big thighs. Her thighs are soft and I enjoyed the smooth and softness though her saree fabric was between my head and her thighs. I looked to mom’s face in laying position and put my right hand on her face and told ‘mom you are looking so beautiful’ and softly caressed her cheeks.She became shy and holds my hands and kissed on the wrist and told ‘you are my beautiful son’. I feel the love. I needed to just be alone. I thought. After a long conference day I went to one of my favorite restaurants alone and sat at the bar. I actually was looking forward to a quiet dinner. Unfortunately, the gentleman beside me wanted to talk. So I listened and had 3 glasses of wine. I resisted his blatant attempts to pick me up but was a bit flattered. I walked (no driving after 3 glasses of wine) back to my hotel and fell asleep on the couch in my suite (you have to love free upgrades when you. I strained against the seatbelts and tried to arch myself off the seat as I let out a loud, guttural moan that seemed to go on forever. When I finally stopped Chrissy and all the girls started applauding. Chrissy said, 'We all like our little naked slave girl even when she has clothes on. We like her because....' everyone joined her, 'Missy likes it.'" Chrissy turned around and looked at me. 'Missy likes whatever we do to you, don't you? Say it. Say what you know to be the truth about.