Wo bolii dhire se ki ok baad me baat karte hai inke jaane ke baad baat karte haiMe dad ke jaane ka intejaar karnee lagaaJaldi jaldi sab kaam karee phi... dad office ke liyee gayeee…Me ander aayaaMummy chup thiMe :- soory momMummy :- vickey tune bahut galat kiaaMe :- mummy mene kaha tha aapkoo ki me sach me aa jaaungaaMummy :- are betaa me to majaak me samjhii thii yadi me dad ko bol detii tooMe :- thanks for that mom aisa kah kar me mummy ko hug karnee lagaaMummy :- nah dur se baat kar pass naa. I’ve also stated that the last fifteen years or so of her life we were able to build a good relationship with each other. It wasn’t until my early twenties that I began to understand that my mom made what she thought was the best decisions she could. Once, I understood that she had done her honest best I couldn’t stay angry at her.I thought I would share a bit of her back story. It starts with my grandmother. The location is the mountains of Kentucky. The year is 1907 and at the age of 18 she. His hands mauled her breasts, her belly, her back. She yelped when he smacked her ass. ?Spread your legs,? he said. Katie responded by closing them even more tightly together. ?You don't want to disobey me.? His tone was flat and hard as hammered steel. He waited patiently for her to spread her legs, but she would not. ?Very well,? he said. Katie felt him move away from her, and risked opening her eyes. By the time she found him, he was already returning with a coil. So you would have the pleasure of satisfying me orally, drinking my orgasmic fluids AND taking as long as you want to make yourself come; it’s your choice.” Her pussy was hovering over the tip of the cock and I watched as she worked herself up and down slowly, gradually taking in more and more of the shaft. She flexed her legs as her pumping fell into a rhythm. Soon the dildo was coated with her wetness and my cock was coated with precum as I struggled to satisfy her audible needs. She heard.