Lagi mane dakha uski chut par ek bhi bal nahi tha chuchi nembu ka aakar ki the uska rang bhi itna kala nahi ha jitna phala lag raha tha uski ma boli k...sa mal ha mane kha 1class or ma bhi kapda utar kar shower ka nicha aa gaya mane ladki ko pakda to who ma ko dakna lage to uski ma us sa boli ki sahab ha tab mane uska hoto ko mouth ma la kar chusna laga uska hot chusna ma bhot anand aya uske ma bhi humara pas aa gayi or mara lund ko mouth ma la liya mara lund pura khada ho chuka tha mane ladki ka. Crack. It was hurting now. The skin on her ass throbbed. She panted, her body sweating and sweating, her ass feeling like it was roasting in the country air. Crack. Crack. What number was it? God, she had no idea. Didn’t think she would make it. Crack. Crack. Another low one, on her thighs. It burned and burned. Crack. Tears ran now. With a shudder, she cried. Crack. He was grunting, putting his all into punishing her. Crack. “Five more,” he said. “Lift up. Earn it.” She had to. Yes, I took a peep of course I did.I found the sight before my eyes to be almost heavenly. There under my shower was my sixteen-year-old nephew. He was naked he was very wet and he was using my soap which appealed to me? But there was something else his cock was as stiff as could be. Was he thinking of his mummy I did wonder?Richard was clearly in need of a helping hand from his favourite aunty and he was not going to be disappointed. I slipped off my dress and joined him naked. I had to put. We would kiss, he would tug on a breast, I would stroke his cock a couple of times, he’d get on top of me, and we’d fuck. Frequency was never a problem, but by way of variety… Well let’s just say we had barely surpassed the missionaries.Then along came my prime. I had read about it in all the women’s magazines, knew it was coming, but still underestimated the magnitude of its power. Somewhere along age thirty-two, sirens began whirling, horns started blowing, flags were waving, and I swear, a.