" You're not the last one," Jo said. "but the numbers are getting thin on the ground." A heavy sigh and then, "You know, this is so awfully serious," ...n a little girl's voice. "How about that Mozart concerto for Flute and Harp?"She reached into the back seat and in a couple of minutes a silver flute touched trained lips and magic resulted. She played bits, and then she played snippets of other pieces, happy, lively, lilting, uplifting. She dropped the instrument to her lap."Better?" Better," I. The incestuous delight of my mother’s tongue dancing over my asshole fed my growing orgasm. It felt so naughty. She swirled it around, massaging me. The pleasure sank to my cunt, mixing with the bliss flowing down my cock.“Mmm, my mother’s got her tongue pressing on my asshole,” I said down to Ivana. “I bet you taught her to rim a girl’s asshole.”Ivana moaned around my cock and nodded, her blue eyes feverish. Her loose hair swayed around her shoulders as she bobbed her mouth up and down my. Aunty kya karne gaya tha.Mai- study karne gaya tha.Aunti boli jhut mat bol. Such bata. Mai – such aunty mai padhne gaya tha uske ghar. Fir aunty ne mujhe samjhate hua bola beta ye sub galat hai. To mai ne pucha kya to aunty ne bataya k .Tumhar frnd jo message kiya tha wo mai ne padh kar dilet kar dithi and tum jub aapne frnd se bat kar rahe the to mai ne sun liya tha. Beta ye sub galat hai. Meri to gand hi fat gai thi ye sub sun kar mai buri terha se dar gaya tha. But aunty mujhe adhik dari hui. She backs away, and quietly sits on the sofa where I had been waiting, her mouth slightly agape. But she doesn't leave.I squeeze the soft meat of your ass in my palm and massage it. You laugh hysterically and your asshole winks. I lean in to taste. I spit on it and push a finger in. You moan, your eyes still locked on the nail lady."Wet my cock." Without breaking your gaze you spit into your free hand and cover my dick in saliva. I look over, seeing the woman lost in this event. "Come here," I.