Or un hone mom ki saree keech alag kar di or maa ke blouse or petikot mai thi bas mom chik rahi thi pls mujhe chor do ( wo kahna chahti thi ki chod do...salo mujhe) or bhagne lagi tabhi ak nai maa ko pakad kar zameen per lita diya or mom ki bra or kacchi ko unke jism say alag kar diya.or mom nangi ho gai un pancho ke samne.Or mom boli ki phir wo mere jism per tot pade.do meri chuchi ko ak meri navel ko ak meri choot ko chus raha tha bahut maja aa raha tha mom boli man kar raha tha ki in sab ke. I was able to last a surprisingly long while at this pace, considering how long I’d been waiting for it and how aroused I was. I was allowing myself the pleasure of watching her body jerk back and forth under the force of my hard fuck, letting my aggression flow through me and right up her cunt. I’m sure she came at least twice during the several minutes of torment I was able to inflict on her like this, until at last my cum began to well up in me, and I quickly withdrew and shot a huge gob of. The rest of the weekend was filled with sucking and fucking, one of the highlights, for me at least, among many, was being on top of Marie fucking her while my lovely wife fucked my ass. That orgasm was one for the ages, I think I lost consciousness. Marie stayed an extra day before returning home. When not fucking and sucking we really enjoyed her company. She’s funny, smart, and shares some of our interests and tastes. We told her to come back anytime. Actually it was Terry who said it. Her family lived "second floor, back" and it wasn't always easy to throw the paper up the stairs and get it on the landing near their front door. Those times I didn't, I would quietly walk up the stairs, pick up the paper, and throw it by the door.One day when I collected, Cindy's mom praised me. "I hear you toss the paper and miss, then I hear you go up the stairs very quietly and retrieve the paper. Cindy never wakes up, and I appreciate that." And, each Christmas, her mother would give me a.