Jacket ke upar se wo apne mome sehla rahi thi. Tabhi wo ghumi aur usne jacket utar kar phenk di. Wo mujhe tarpa rahi thi. Wo dheere se meri taraf ghum... aur usne barre mome sehlate hue mere liye aage kiye. I couldn’t believe this! Ye sabb mere sath ho rha tha. Wo mere paas apne mome le kar aayi aur mere mooh me dalne ke liye aage badhi. Mera mooh apne aap khul gya. Par wo haste hue fir peechhe ho gayi. Mai to use khheech leti agar mere hath khule hote. Par abb mai samajh chuki thi ki mai kitna. So I was quite eager to meet her in person and maybe just maybe get achance to experience some of the things that we played over the net inreal life. The first time I met her, I knew I was in love she was not agoddess but something in her gave out an aura of confidence and powerwhich completely intoxicated me. As we started a relationship sheeasily took on the dominating role and when she wanted I was there forher. It was never asked if I could make it but was more like come hereat this time.. Now my mind is going into overdrive here I’m seeing her filthy knickers round her ankles with a very sexy anklet and some stunning heels! At this point t I realise this is something I have wanted to see for a long time but there is something in the back of my mind, what will I see when I look up? I brace myself and then slowly look up to see her playing with her smooth shaven pussy rubbing the cum all over herself and it dripping down to her arse.i can’t quite believe that I am thinking about. My mom had died in a car accident when I was eight. We got along well, but I tended to be nervous around her. The fact was, she was eight years younger than Dad, and a very sexy woman and I felt awkward having sexual feelings for my stepmother. Well, when we got home, Sharon and I both had a beer and kept talking before she excused herself and went upstairs to the bedrooms. I turned on the television and got another beer out of the fridge. Before I was finished with it, Sharon came down the.