Thodi derbaad mera climax hua aur main uske side me let gaya. hum thodi der ek dusre ko pakad ko lete rahe. ]Bhumika:Tum nahana chahte ho?Me:abhi?Bhum...ka:ha.Me:theek hai.[hum nange hi bathroom gaye. fir maine shower on kara. mere bathroom me ek commode laga tha jisme wo baith gayi.]Bhumika:Mujhe mutna hai. Tum jara bahar chale jao.Me:koi baat nahi. tum mere saamne mut sakti ho.Bhumika:tumhe ganda nahi lagega?Me:mujhe tumhara gaand bohot achcha lagta hai. main tumhe mutte hue ek baar dekhna. “Hello Pete”, Jeb grinned! Pete let go of the door, the bell ringing in gratitude of missed timing. “Say there back east” Pete boomed! “I never thought to set eyes on you again”. Pete wearing a soiled red ball cap that had a grimy “Dekalb” patch on it, a non-descript long sleeve black shirt and jeans down to a pair of “good old boy” cowboy boots. Pete weighed in at a solid 240, maybe 245, and was six foot tall according to the measuring tape attached to the frame of the door found in all gas. I reach up her skirt and move my hand into her panties and start moving my fingers in and out of her wet pussy. She opens her mouth trying to scream but I quickly wrap my lips around hers to close her mouth and begin kissing her passionately. And as I keep my lips on my mom, I continue finger fucking her pussy, and I can tell she enjoys the pleasure from my fingers. But mom comes to her senses again, and moves her lips away from mine. “Please stop, it is wrong for having my son’s fingers in my. With a moan, I shove two inside me and start to fuck myself. I'm slamming my fingers in deep, my cunt making these liquid sounds that only make me want to fuck myself harder. I twist my digits inside me and lick the inside of my knee, my head pushed down as low as I can get it to watch. Watch and smell. Mmm I love how my cunt smells right now. Why oh why can't I be flexible enough to get at myself! I suck at the soft skin on the inside of my thigh just below my knee. Salty, and while I like.