One has only to step up to the road (if you happen to be Black, that is), raise a hand, a finger, and even in bumper to bumper traffic the driver will...slam on his anchors to pick up another valuable fare, and never mind the screeching tires, the swearing of unnerved, frustrated drivers trying at once not to climb through their own windscreens nor to smash the offender into oblivion. Politically correct, these contraptions go by the euphemism of informal transport but everybody curses them as. ‘Don’t you dare cum until you are told to, Understand?’ and I gave your balls a slap with my hand. I poured some oil into my hands, and reached around you and grabbed your dick, holding it with both hands I slid my hands up and down your hard shaft, while continually adding pressure to my grip. It was at full attention now. And I slapped it back and forth between my hands. I pour the oil into the crack of your ass and spread your checks and rub it good, poking a couple of fingers into your ass.. The last time that I had seen mom’s pussy she had it shaved and today her pussy had a big bush of hair covering it. Actually, she hadn’t shaved since the last time we took a shower together. As she stepped over the tub I just couldn’t stop staring at her breasts and pussy. She asked me if I liked what I saw. I was in a daze, brought myself back into reality and said. Mom’s eyes had been glazed over most of the day since she had came into the house. “Yes, I’m amazed how interesting. Mai samjhgaya thaki isko lund ka sawal samajhna hai.aab mai bhi usko chodne ke liye excite horatha.. Akhir vo din bhi aagaya . Agust ka mahi na tha barish ke din the vo shyam ko mere room par padhne aayai. Hum thodi der padhne padhane ka natak karte rahe . Mai uski note book per likhraha tha ki vo kya chahati hai .? Vo uttar mai lkh rahi thi ki mai aik bar tumse Lip kiss chahti hoon. Mene puchha aisa kya hai mujh mai. Vo boli (likh ker) tum mujhe bahut achhe lagta hain. Aik din tum college ki.