Abe bol na lavde maine kaha mere dost ho to usne jorse mere mu pe chmat mari or bola lavde teri etni aukad nhi ki tu mera dost bansake tu mera kutta h...i sirf mera nhi mai jisko tera malik bnau un sbka tu kutta hai ye kahake wo sablog jorse hasne lage.Phir ishant utha or mere taraf aaya or bola subah jab abhi ne tuze msg kiya to tune kya kaha use bol madarchod tune usko uske namse kaise bulaya wo tera malik hai smjha tu uska kutta hai teri aukad sirf uske pair chatne tak ki hai to bta aajse use. I was crossing the back patio when I spotted a solitary, feminine silhouette smoking by the outdoor table. I walked up in the direction of the pool and quickly realized it was Mom.“Whoa, Mom? Busted!” I said, surprising her from behind with a squeeze on her shoulders“Teddy!” she said, jumping. “When did you get back?”“I think the real question is: What are you doing smoking?”“Not a word. It’s a one-off.” Dad bought Mom a holiday house in Lake Como years ago on the condition she quit. I hadn’t. " Oh fuck" she groaned. "I'm going to explode!". I pulled back and smiled up at her. "Cum in my mouth" I demanded as I returned to my mouth to her exposed pussy and clit. It was a matter of seconds before she grunted and pumped against my mouth until I tasted her cum. She pushed my head away but I put playful licks and kisses on her her pussy, clit and thighs.She lay back on my desk as her orgasm subsided. I sat back taking it all in. I had actually done it and I was was soaking. My knees were. I recognised Caz, Mrs Sargent's Caroline."Caz? There's a surprise, come in."She came inside, with some difficulty squeezing through the doorway. The girl was draped in a large raincoat, probably a man's. She shrugged it off and stood there in the kitchen. Even wearing an enormous loose sweater, the poor girl's elongated pumpkin-sized breasts seemed to fill the room. She looked around her again, as if she thought she might have been followed here, and right into Louise's kitchen, by a.