“fuck me son… Fuck your mother… Please fuck my horny pussy baby… Fuck mommy… Please fuck me”Getting between her legs, i placed the head of...my pole between the swollen lips of her dripping tunnel. Mother lifted her knees simultaneously instructing me as i positioned myself.“push it in son… Push your cock in mommy’s pussy… I want to feel your hard cock in me… Fuck mommy’s tight, wet cunt!!!”I gently guided my hard cock into her. Her cunt walls, wet and hot, gripped my cock like a glove as i. She began to ache for his touch. Willing Clay Corby to part her legs under the table/ run his fingers up between her thighs to the damp crotch of her panties. She did not care about all those other people in the room. If necessary she would grit her teeth together/ hold the palm of her hand tight against her lips to suppress the noise. All she wanted was that final release. But as she sat there – wondering how she could possibly communicate this need to Clay – he got to his feet/ shook her. You don't care." I do care. You may tell me if you like, or not. Soon, they will bring food and I think we could both use a little nourishment."She had not yet let go of my hand. Just then, the flight attendant put down our tablecloths and flatware. Midway through our light meal, I asked, "Where are you going on spring break?" I'm staying by the pool and reading back issues of journals and, just maybe, a lightheaded novel. No stress. No hassle. You?" Natalie, who is a friend, won a super trip. She was wearing ghagra choli, without chunri. She was sitting in position as her ghagra was up to above knees and I could see her smooth n fair thighs, also I could see those big mountains I missed since last two years and that deep valley. One of her lat (small bunch of hairs) came to his face , her red lips ,her fair cheeks, fair smooth arms. I stood their for 30 mins watching her assets. After sometime she noticed me.Parul: are deverjee , aap kab aaye?Me: just abhi, bhai kidhar hai?Parul: vo.