30 pm muze mami ki awaz sunai di mai utha or mami ke room kay key hole su under dhekne laga mami nagihokar chut may ungliya or cnadel dal rahi hai mai...ne vahi apna hat jagnnat kiya or jake so gay dusre din subha maine der tak soneka natk kiya or mera khada lund bahar nikal ke rakha diya mami muze uhtane aaieor usne mera lund khada dhekha or vese 2 min khadi rahi fir thodi der bad mai uth gaya mami ne garam pani nikal ke bathroom may diya per wo muze alg hi nazar se dhekha rahi thi may naha ke. You are married; think of the shame you will feel tomorrow if we continue with this madness.”She looked at me, her hair tousled, bodice undone, firm breasts heaving, and eyes glittering with lust.“I have been married to Mordecai Rothstein for almost a year. Three hundred and thirty days of boredom — three hundred and thirty nights of boredom and frustration. Mordecai is a good, kind, and decent man, but he is a Rabbi’s son, and obeys all the laws of Jewry.”She refastened her bodice and. She lets him slide in and out as she stretches to engulf the hard flesh. He is panting with excitement.She looks at him and says “oooouuuuhhhh that feels so good.” He looks at her with beads of sweat forming on his brow and grins and gives her a knowing look of agreement. He has dreamed of this for sometime. He can’t believe he is fucking his sister. She is so beautiful and sexy and her tits are gorgeous and her pussy is swallowing up his dick. She had told him she would not fuck him. It worked to some extent, but the situation still became pretty unpleasant. Handlebar and the waiter ended up yelling expletives at each other and the floor was a mess, random puddles of various wines and liqueurs scattered about in semi-random fashion, punctuated by chunks of shining crystal in various states of destruction. One lucky glass of Bordeaux had actually managed to land perfectly upright and was largely undamaged, a single white crack running from its gold-rimmed lip all the way.