Owe maaa….marijibi plz jore chhipa…mo dudha ku kamudi pakau..plzzzz.. Mu kintu bhari chalak tihli jani jani dhire dhire arambha karuthili, tanku t...ke tadpaiba pain. Kichhi samay pare mu tanka peta adaku jiba arambha kali, dhire tanka nahi kku chumi talaku jai anta ra khosa pakhare ataki baru..bhauja mote help kariba ku luga ganthhi kholi dele mu dekhili je se saya pindhhi nathhile. Mu dhire kari bia upare chuma deba ku lagili o jibha re tike chati baku lagili.. bhauja nka abastha setabelaku. She had her blonde hair tied up in a ponytail, her cheeks were bright red and her brow was sweaty. She was dressed in a pink halter t-back top and black shiny spandex running tights. I had never taken notice of her figure before. She would usually dress in old baggy jeans and oversized old t-shirts."I just went for a long run and I forgot my house keys. I am locked out, so I took the chance that you were home."I finished packing away my developing materials in the drawer and turned around.Jenny. . I thought you were in Vikki's room!"Yvette wanted to, needed to, say something, but her eyes were glued to the thick, throbbing meat of her son, which was staring her right in the face. All she could think about was how she could easily just lean forward a little and take his smooth, fat cock head into her wet mouth.Robert was staring open mouthed at his mother, for the second time today he could see her exposed breast, and as he checked out his mother's killer figure, the bubbles in the bath. He was never one to refuse free food; especially ifAunt Melissa was doing the cooking. Damn, if he didn't seem to begrowing taller. Maybe I was shrinking? I told him I'd expect him over inone hour and ran home to help Aunt Mel get everything ready. She was off the phone when I arrived and was fussing with her "secret"recipe for "beef merlot." I was going to have to find some time for herto show me a few recipes. The lady really knew her way around a kitchen.I put the dinner rolls in the oven.