Bhagwan janta hai ki jab tumhare pitajee tumse mere bare me bat kar rahe thee mai kitna ghbra gayee thee. Agar tumne pitajee ki bat na mana hota to ma... bilkul se tut jatee.”Mai ma ki sab baten sun kar phir se garam ho gaya aur mera lund phir se khara hone laga. Mai ma ke honton par apna chumma jarte hue bola, “ma kaise tumne eh samajh liya ki mai tumharee jaisee sundar aur sexy aurat ko chodne se mana kar sakta hun?” mai phir se ma ki chunchee se khelte hue bola, “ma, mai phir se tumko chodna. "Kay, are you sure you want to go in there?" "What, C.J. is getting chicken?" "Well, I am just concerned about you," I lied; I wanted to go in badly, but I did not want her to feel she had to. She looked me dead in the eye and said, "I dare you." That was all I needed. We got out of the car and walked toward the entrance. Kay still wore only the tank top, shorts and shoes. The signs on the front door warned, "You must be 18 to enter." "Uh-oh," I said, "do think we should bring our ids?" She. I could smell her. I could smell her arousal. It smelled much like my own and I felt my pussy pulse as I slid my hand inside her panties, feeling her soft downy hair as my fingers began to slip between her lips which were slick with her viscose arousal. I moved my fingers up and down, spreading her wetness and she was wet, very very wet. She pulled up her top and pulled down her bra and I delicately sucked her bare nipple into my mouth as my fingers gently pushed inside her. She was writhing. She had dark red laced panties. I could make out a moist patch in her crotch while freeing her legs off her pants. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to feel her. I wanted to be hers. I kissed her left thigh and stroked the other with my hand. I could feel her hands running through my hair. I slowly and patiently made my way up to her panties. The more I got closer to her pubic area, the more she would spread her legs. As my mouth neared her crotch, I could sense the faint smell of her pussy. That.