Well, one putting every hole made it a little easier to explain. But they were quick to inform the viewers that one putting every hole was like an NBA...player making a whole bunch of threes in a row; not going to happen very often. Of course if I had been able to jump, shoot, dribble or had ANY interest in running at all I could have proved they were full of crap about THAT too. So they, and the media covering the event, had pretty much written me off by the time I walked off the eighteenth. One month after the birth of my child, my mom decided to meet a doctor for do some precaution for prevent pregnancy again from me, but I objected to do it because I begun to see dreams of my second child from my mom’s pussy very soon. But both of my fucking partners warned me that will be dangerous for mom in her age of 40.But I was not in the mood of hearing any excuse and started to hug and touch her private places and sometime compelled to open her mouth for my dick. But she was not. Sanjay ne mujhe photo kichne ko bola . Main unki photo khich raha tha wo alag-alag tarike se photo khichwa rahe the. Sanjay ne puja ko apne se chipa kar photo khichwaya, fir kiss karte huye, fir puja ko god me bitha kar photo khichawaya fir sanjay ne puja ki chuchiya pakad li aur photo khichwaya.meri halat khrab ho rahi thi aur mera lund khada ho gaya tha.fir hamlog waha se market chalye gaye puja chalte time sanjay aur mere bich me rahne ki kosis karti aur kbhi sanjay ka hath pakdti to kabhi. .." She slid her hand farther down into his coveralls and gently grasped his now hardening manhood, cutting off his words. He put his arms around her and wiped his hands off on a rag, then threw the rag on the workbench. He let his hands drift over her back, and ass and kissed her, while she continued gently stroking his cock through his underwear.She gazed into his eyes. They wanted her. She wanted him. She grasped a little harder on his now erect cock, and backed up pulling him gently with.