I even told her it would be easier for me to write this all down and then share it with her on here.I assured her I would not be using any of OUR name.... I have no idea if anyone I actually know would find themselves reading any of my words.I really do not care, other than the fact that I don't want my kids or their friends to be able to look at this and say, "Oh, Wow, that sounds like Mr..."!!Well, perhaps if one of her friends suddenly came by and said, "Hi, Mr...". "You did not scar me or. Iss parhta to bahut pehley se hoon but ab socha apna real life experience bhi share kiya jaye. Coming to the story yeh story mere or meri maami k drmiyan ki hy. Mama or mami ki shaadi k time mein 18 saal ka tha us time tak maami k liye meri koi feelings nhi thi as I become younger my feelings are changed meri maami bahut sunder or haseen hy wo mama se takreeban 10 saal choti hy or mujh se 6 saal barhi hy,her figure is 38-27-36 hy or bohat hi beautifull hy. Baat tab ki hy jabjb after 2 years. I looked up at Gongon. And I start crying more …I must have fallen asleep. I awake to gentle sounds around me. I can tell that Gongon is trying to keep the little ones away from me for a little while longer. I am still be cradled and … I lift my lips from … I jump with a start and look up at Landda. “Landda, I am sorry. So sorry. I didn’t mean … I’m sorry.”She smiles at me. “Alexa, you must have needed it. It was while you were sleeping in my arms. You were restless and thrashing. I held you. She squeezes my ass, then slaps it again. I moan her name, but I think my breaths are too quick for her to hear it. I close my eyes as she pounds into me from behind, filling me up deeply.A small part of me wishes that she were a boy fucking me with a real dick, but she’s skilled enough that it barely matters. I reach one hand under me and rub my clit as Bianca makes me hers.My knees feel weak. Bianca fucks me as hard as ever, and I can barely think. All I know is that I don’t want her to stop..