He now fucked her harder and harder until she was constantly moaning and his cock entered her like a piston. He felt her twitch and she came strongly...on his cock squeezing it tightly as he pistoned into her. He was close himself and she reached for his balls and gave them a squeeze. He let go at this and came inside her with a grunt and she came again both moaning and collapsing as the electricity surged through both bodies. He withdrew and collapsed onto his back.‘Are you done,’ they heard. Me: phir mera kya hoga Mom hanste hue, chinta mat kr mere patidev mere laal, tujhe bhi choot devi ka Prasad milega..Mom ab tak do baar jhad chiki thi mujhse apni chatwakar ab hum dono ne simran ko litaya mom uski choot chatne lage, main use lip kiss krke mom ka ras dene laga jo mere lips pr lga hua thi Simran jor jor se chillane lagee chato meri choot ko meri maaa khaa jao ise, apne hoton me jakd loWoh ek sath se mere lund ki muth maar rahi thi maa ne aise krte hue ek ungli simran ki gaand me. Personally, I don't like farm reports, country music, or preachers telling me I am damned if I don't send them a donation. That had been a constant complaint of all three girls since we moved out here. The only radio station they liked was located in the twin cities and could barely be tuned in most days. If I could provide them with a radio that picked up WKNZ, they would kiss my feet. Or maybe I would have them kiss some other part of my anatomy.I could put a homebuilt FM radio in the cabinet. You can tell with jeans, good brands fit well; cheap ones look as if they are a sum of parts not actually related. Eve's jeans were more than good, I doubt if there was much change out of four hundred quid for them. Her lips were glossed with just a little lipstick; apart from that her face was bare of make-up. Her sunglasses were parked up in her dark brown hair. She looked younger without the make-up. Eve asked me to come in and carry the hamper to the car. Yes! A Hamper and it was heavy. My.