.Bra ko muh me lene laga..Maine dekha usne apna lund shorts se nikal kar mom ki panty me apna lund masal raha tha bol raha tha kya smell h teri maa ki...panty ki aahohhhh ise toh main chode ke rahunga.Maine bola zarur tu chod use..Ranjit ka lund bahut bara tha kam se kam 7 inch lamba aur 4 inch mota..Mera toh uska aadha bhi ni h..Subah hone se phle ranjit ne mom ki panty me 4 bar muth mara aur unki almari mein rkh diya..Subah ho gya ranjit aur main clg chle gaye ..Ek din ranjit clg ni aaya maine. As the alcohol soaks into my sleeping self I become further detached. There is no life in the ocean, there is only me. When I awake I find I have washed up onto land. My boat is in pieces along the shore. I am cut and bruised, blood oozing from my open wounds. I know I am alive. The blood tells me. I stop and listen to my blood. It is the first voice I have heard in days, months, centuries. It tells me secrets about myself, things I never wanted to know. Falling to my knees I begin to cry. Only. Mama Alvarez would phone now and then and invite me to dinner ... usually on a Saturday. I seldom turned her down. I knew I would get the news from Italy and Marianna, but it no longer hurt to hear of her glamorous life. I missed her still, but as the saying goes, that ship had sailed.I was sitting in the stands one June Wednesday night, watching a local high school baseball game when my new cell phone chirped. I recognized the number, it was the Alvarez number.“Hello, Mama,” I said with a. However, this time, i felt her tongue on my sex, probing away. if she had left us like this. i would have lived in Clara's cunt, but tina promptly sat down sideways on my back. clara struggled to get the extra weight off, but to no avail. tina grabbed our heads again, and began rubbing them all over the vaginas. my saliva trailed all over Clara's cunt lips as i felt her lips and nose on mine. this made me hornier. i imcreased the licking as tina kept moving our heads up and down. i could hold.