It's 'One More Time!' One, two, play."Mom cried most of the way through it. She finally stood in front of the stand with my father behind her holding ...er in his arms. Karen and Marianne each joined her on either side holding her. We took a break and I left my horn up there for later. The three of them mobbed me!Carol was bringing fresh drinks. She said, "Brad has played that many times but I think that was his best. I think he was playing for the three of you and for Grandma G."I just nodded.. ”“Look, Di, I...”“Bear with me, Lover,” she said as she went quickly on. “Think about it. When a diplomat from one country visits another country and the two diplomats sit down together, they are sure to wear their old jeans with their worst tee shirts, right?”“Of course not.”“No, they wear their best tuxedos and their wives or the female diplomats wear their best gowns with their hair coiffured and their makeup perfect. If it’s military, they wear their dress uniforms with all the ribbons and. She knows that I do not lie and will tell her the truth only whether I have completed the task or not.We kept discussing the different things on net and finally on one day, I told her that it is all set for the challenging task. I told her that I am going to the mall next day and try to complete the task. She was very happy to know this.I decided to do it in the largest Mall in town, one surrounded by parking lots that allow you to park quite close and walk inside through any handy store.. ” Mom was out of breath and all sweaty, dad was also breathing heavily. Dad stopped stroking mom and mom kissed dad and rested for few moments.Dad then laid mom back on the bed and parted her legs, and placed her leg on his shoulder and then pushed his dick into her pussy. Dad was stroking mom with no trouble and pleasured her. He then increased his pace and pushed into mom’s pussy firmly. Mom’s boobs were bouncing madly. Mom was saying “yeah Kamal fuck me harder.” Dad continued fucking her.