Phr sote huwe awaz Me Bola didi toilet jana h to didi boli ruko phr jiju ko bola jaiye thoda toilet krwa k laiye isko..Phr jiju mjhe toilet krwane le ...ye didi blankt se apna body dhak li thi nd jiju lungi pehen k gye mere sath.Hmlog toilet krke aaye phr me sone ki acting krne lga coz me bachcha tha but mjhe v ab mzaa aa rha tha didi ko chudte dekhke.Phr jiju ne didi k boobs dbate huwe kaha geeta aek baar aur ho jaye.Didi:- me aapki hi hu jo mann wo kriye…actually me v kuchh aisa hi soch rhi thi. Where did they get this thing, some backstreet whorehouse or perhaps the Hell’s Angels’ thrift shop? She would have to find out how it was stored. The technique had obviously preserved it well. The tightness was a little better once she was standing but her breathing was definitely restricted. No way could she go around wearing this thing all the time. She needed to talk to them. She still couldn’t feel any hooks, zippers or laces to undo it even after feeling around methodically. She noticed. I was so eager to pound that ass. We exchanged our mobile numbers that evening. We had started chatting over phone , though presence of her husband. She used to have talk with me. Our talks were intimated day by day. She did knew that I had a gf which I told her in our talks. Our topic of talks shifted to sex in an overnight.Very boldly I put my feelings to her that would like to make love to her . to that she didn’t reply me for few minutes then after 3 hours by 2 am at night I received call. I woke up at about 2 in morning and felt the urge to pee. After finishing the job, i was returning to bed when i saw the light in my parents bedroom and sensing the chance to see something interesting crept up to the window which was slightly parted and saw a resplendent view of my mother sitting naked in my fathers lap with his penis buried in her bushy cunt and her boobs brushing fathers chest. They were talking romantic nonsense and she was complaining about my fathers absenses. I took out.