I blushed and told her that I really liked her big butt and that I often had thought about how nice it would to feel it against my face when I licked ...er from behind or if she sat over my face. She laughed and said it was a very tame fetish. She asked if I wanted pictures of her sitting over my face. She would do that for me, if I promised her something. I asked what I had to promise. Her reply was that I actually had to lick her while we took the pictures, it would not look real otherwise. She. Pramila started counting – one, two, three... 12th stroke. She feared all was over. But her husband not just kept the momentum going, he gradually picked up the pace. She realized that he was now fucking her like a real man. Her tensions eased, fears gone and she started to melt – enjoy the fuck, which went on and on -- from missionary position to doggie style and back to the conventional one. Both the man and the woman were sweating hard despite the air-conditioner. They were hitting the. She gave another mighty push so that the mess, now softer in consistency, went forward and backward through her padding, covering her ass and crotch in a thick layer of the gunky sludge. It continued creeping along its plastic confines, adding more and more to the filth that had already piled ridiculously inside. She gave one final push, and the last of the soft sewage settled atop the rest.“Gwahh…” The small girl sighed in relief. “Heehee!” She stood up, allowing the brown-tinged garment to. ”Slowly I pulled my towel off handing it to her. She never even glanced at my nakedness in the mirror, she just wiped up her spillage. She threw the towel on the floor beside her and asked “so have you a girlfriend at the moment.”No watching her intently in the mirror I could feel my cock starting to swell. “Well I suppose you have lots of fuck buddies, I think that’s what they’re called these days.” “No mom,” my answer sounded of my embarrassment at moms questioning. She stood up, her eyes.