"How can I stop you?" she said clearly."You can't," I said."I did all I did for you and you want to be a fucking farmer? Is that gratitude?" Mother, I...love you. I respect you. I'm in awe of you. There's no one as good as you at what you do, whatever you do. And there are few women in this world as beautiful. But whatever you tried to make of me I'm not. Okay I'm a good gigolo. I even enjoy it even though I wanted no part of it. And like I said I'm down to one client. But what makes me happy? Do. Letaya aur unka 10 inch ka lund maa ki chut ke darwze par rakha jaise hi uncle ne daalna suru kara lund undar meri maa ki chut me to maa tadap uthi aur maa dard se kehrane lagi aur jor se siskiya le rahi thi abhi to sirf topa hi ghusa tha uncle ke lund ka phir uncle ne pura lund maa ki chut me ghusa diya maa tadpe jaa rahi thi aur uncle ke hath per jod rahi thi ki mujhe jaane do mujh par reham karo par uncle ab pure form par the aur maa se keh rahe the saali kutiya meri randi banegi to maa ne. " She became serious and bit her lip. "Urgah, Morgan, can I ask for something?"Morgan answered, "Sure, you can always ask." I saved you a lot of money. There's an inn here with its own hot spring. Can we stay there tonight and have a bath and sleep in a real bed and have a dinner that we don't have to catch and cook ourselves? Please?"Morgan frowned at her. "Spend our hard-earned money on luxuries like a bath? Sleep in a bed?" He relented and smiled. "Sure. I'd love a warm bath; I'm getting. Your legs open again and you wait for the next wave to come and claim you. Your lips part as the salty water floods under your dress, lapping at your cunt. You feel the thrust of the water beat against your exposed clit. It feels hungry. Yet the water recedes and you feel the loss. You want the water to caress you without withdrawing. You want the water in you, to feel the force of the wave thrust into you. You want the soft caress of the rippling wetness slipping around your lips and tops of.