Dosto….Mere kamla se mulaqat uski pannipuri ki dukan pe hui thi… Jo surat me bhut famous tha or me waha ka regular costumer tha……Me uski dukan...pe laghbhag roj jata tha…Roj jane ki wajah se mujhe sab janne lage the..Or uska pati mukesh…Jo kafi patla dubla tha… Wo hame pani puri khilata tha or kamla piche bethe bethe mere ko chupke dekthi thi…. Dhire dhire hamari bat chit chalu hui…..Or me unke sath majak kar leta tha…Wo hamesa sajdhaj ke hi rehti thi…Jese kisi ko lagta hi nahi wo pani puri wali. So she fantasized about Nicks young and virile body and it made her climax hard. El dried herself off she stood in front of her full length mirror and took stock of the reflection. El kept in shape. She had always been athletic since she was a young girl. She has weighed from 110 to 120 lbs for 50 years which was lean or her 5’ 6” height. El let her hair go gray and longer from blonde and short after her husband's death. She had been a natural brunette most of her life. She had some wrinkles. Mmm, mmm, yes." Even though Dana got her son to slow down, Dana kept working him hard with her own fucking motions. "You're doing it baby, you're going to make Mommy cum. Don't get excited though. Use that long cock of yours to make Mommy cum without cumming yourself." Dana began to writhe and moan under her son."Mom, are you cumming?" Yeah, I am. Fight your orgasm; I want you to hold off." I don't think I can Mom! It feels so good when you cum! I'm going to have to learn to resist that feeling. The first pitch I was told to do was my fastball, I groaned internally, I really hoped he didn’t hit it out of the park. I was really surprised when he mistimed it completely swinging too late for a strike. The next call was for a curve ball, which got him caught up in his body for strike two, and then another fastball was called for. This one he got a piece of but it popped up for an easy out.Then Nobel stepped into the batter’s box, he pointed his bat at me, like he was going to hit me all.