Feeling guilty as soon as the orgasm subsided she was cross with herself for being turned on so much by her son and vowed never to do it again. Despit... her vow she couldn’t get the image of her son coming home from school and wanking into her worn panties. She loved him so much she could never be cross with him for this. This routine carried on for the next few days and when she came to doing the next smalls washing she looked for evidence that her son had cum in her panties, and wasn’t. " "Who cares?" Our lips were locked tight and our tongues were dancing with one another. I wrapped my arms around her waist and lifted her. Her red mules slid off her feet and I took her straight to the bedroom. I planted her on the matress which was all there was of my unfinished bed. She didn't mind one bit as long as we continued what we started. I. You shall have a real treat here today, before embarking on a new adventure." The women giggled knowingly at Fenton's look of bewilderment. Hortense gave a running commentary as Fenton, his eager cock erect and on full show to his audience, willingly removed the spiky stilettos and lovingly eased the equally spiky boots onto the superb woman's elegant legs."See how obedient he has become; I have been happy to pay you ladies for the privilege of being the first to guide him to his true position. Didi hasti hui boli aurkya pass aake kya karna hai. ye sun ramlal apna lund hilata hu bola isko nahi lena hai kya? wo to abhi taka soya pada hai usko kasie lungi didi shararat se boli.ramlal bola rani paas aau abhi khada ho jata hai . aacha aur didi palang ke paas ja ke khadi ho gaye toa ramlal didi ki haath pakad ke apni taraf kheechaaaaauuucccchh kya karate ho didi boli wohi jo karna chahyie tere jasie aaurat ke saath ramlal sanchita didi ko apni taraf kheechte hue bola. kya karanachaiye mere.