Hum maa bete aksar ishi tarah ki do arthowale sabdo ka upyog karne lage par hum dono ki himmat nahin ho rahi thi baat ko age badai jai aur maa bete ke...risto ko khatam kar sima rekha se aage bad jaye. Bus mai maa ki gand aur chut ki kalpana karke muth marta tha aur maine ek raat dekha ki maa apne salwar ke ander hath dal kar chut ke dane ko sahalate huwe aahen bhar rahi thi aur phir sant ho kar so gayee. Isi tarah din bitate gaye. Hamare pados me leela mausi rahati hai wo vidhva hai aur unka. She had taken a few drinks to give her some Dutch courage. Finally, she felt her fingers skim over the pad of her phone and she heard it ringing.“Hello?”“Hi,” Kate replied, unsure as to where she should take the conversation. There was a long pause.“It’s you?” the voice on the other end whispered.“Yes,” Kate replied. Again there was a lengthy pause.‘Did you like it?” was all he asked.“Yes, very much.”“I did too. Would you like to do it again?”“Yes.”Kate remembered the train ride and felt. Taking a tight grip with her pussy muscles Julie flicked herself forwards into a handstand and felt the liquid begin to pour into her pussy. Judging the moment to perfection Julie dropped from the handstand and allowed herself to relax slightly and catch the bottle as it came free from her pussy. Continuing her roll she came to rest on all fours with her ass facing the audience and huge gales of laughter erupted as she sprayed the closest with champagne. Later that evening Julie was wandering. 'The Queer pub.'It was early 1960s I was engaged to be married in a few months, and some of my pals wanted to go for a pint. One chap said he'd heard about a gay pub in Walsall and why didn't we go there, just for a laugh. Except in those days gay meant happy not queer! So we all went to this pub, it was called the 'Fountain' and was run by a woman in her 60s everyone called aunty. When we arrived Aunty refused to let us in, saying she thought we were from the rugby club and had caused trouble.