Like 10 or something.But that’s what dad talked about whenever we were there. The old days, as if he’s like ancient or something. He’s really on...y 40!He told us last year on our camp out, that back before the WCG, you couldn’t hop on a transport and fly to Singapore for dinner like I do every Friday and I believe him, so we can thank the World Community Government for that too. Dad said that even a trip to Los Angeles was a pain, let alone going overseas.He said there was even places, back. The house itself was almost palatial even though it was in disrepair. A house standing vacant deteriorates almost right after the occupants leave. Three floors had plenty of rooms for growth and there were two kitchens. OK, one kitchen and one ‘cooking porch’, anyway. It had a huge pantry and there was even food left. The bagged stuff was rancid or weevil infested, but there was some canned stuff that looked all right. Outside the back kitchen door about ten yards was a root cellar that needed. Our depraved craving for gratification had to fulfilled first. I sawed my huge, hard cock into my mother's soft, clinging channel of flesh like my life depended upon it. I fucked her harder and faster with each hammering stroke as my impending eruption grew nearer and nearer. "God!" I thought, "I am going to shoot my load into her, my own mother! I am going to recreate myself inside of her!!" It was too much excitement to restrain. I felt my balls explode in a spasm of pleasure so intense it. . Mmargaiiiii…. Ise bahar nikalo plz mein mar jaungi pllzzzzzzz…….. Uuiiiiimmaaaaaaa….. Bhaiya plz mujh per taras khao ise bahar nikalo, meine kaha rukne wala tha aur meine ek aur dhakka laga diya aur vo bohat tez chatpatane lagi usne chutne ki bohat koshish ki per meine use apni tango k sath jakad liya tha aur uske muh per apna muh rakha tha taki koi awaz bahar na nikal sake, fir mein thodi der tak ek jagah ruka raha,Fir meine niche dekha to dekha ki uski chut mein se khoon nikal raha tha.