Aata ti kahicha bolat nahi he paahun mag mi saral tichya chddadit haat ghalun pussy dabu lagalo wa eka botane dana cholu lagalo. Tichi psuchhi changli...ha paanawali hoti. Mi saral bot ghalun te chokhun mhantal meene tuja pucchy madhala ras madhur aaahe, asa mhanatch ti mhanali kiti chawat boltay. Asa mhantach mitichi chaddi kadhun tila baswun tiche paay phakawale. Wa doni kade pasrun ticha pucchicha vas ghetala. Mi khup garam jhalo hoto. Mag mi tichi puchhy chokhu lagalo wa haluch jibh wa data. If ever there was any heaven, it was in my mother’s velvety body. I quickly cleaned up and came back to my room putting the poster at place. My mother then went to milk the cow as he trampled over my milk carelessly. This also became a routine. So I was having two daily glimpses of my mother’s body, one in her sleep and other while she bathes. But, day by day it was becoming difficult for me to contain my urges. I just wanted to hold her body and feel her motherly chuchies. I could not touch. This was my kind of fun! We finally arrive at the campsite, and unload the car. Michelle, Leila, Gabrielle and me let the guys set up the tents while we throw on our bathing suits and catch some sun. The guys glanced at us walking by in our skimpy bikinis. We find our places in the sand, and lay down our towels, enjoying a nice afternoon of tanning. Later that night, after relaxing for a bit in the tents, we set up a bonfire on the beach, and broke out the ingredients for s'mores, setting up. Me chouk gaya tha par mene apne app ko control kiya aur bola k kitna time laga diya tumne.To mami boli k me to kab se chahti thi k hum akele me mile par tu ghar hi nahi aata tha jab me akeli rehti. Tere mama muje utna khush nahi rakhte ab. To mene bola , jo ho gaya woh ho gaya, ab pure maje karte hai aur mene unhe kiss karna start kar diya aur pagaolo ki tarah unhe kiss ki. Isi beech me unke boobs dabata raha. Hum done ek dusre me kho gaye the. Fir mene jab haath mami k peticoat me daal ne laga.