Now the queen of the story, my mother Poonam. She is 5’5” in height, her figure is 36-32-38. I hope you can imagine her figure now. She has fairly...big boobs but the best part is her ass, when she walks her ass jiggles like anything. She has also got a very beautiful pair of eyes. I never noticed her in a sexual way before and I was a very innocent boy.Now coming back to the story, my mother asked me to massage her thighs, I went down on her thighs and started massaging her thighs with some oil,. A world beyond pain, beyond fear, beyond eternity. A place of intense love. As they pressed their bodies together, the bulge between their bellies made them hyperaware that they each had a need. A deep need for love and tenderness to which only their union, on this day, at this moment, mattered. The clouds melted away as the breeze blew them to their ultimate resting places, and the ‘little death’ approached Maria. The only sounds those of the occasional gull and the press of the anchor chain. The farmer told me when he delivered the bales that he liked my new method. It was a lot easier to move the hay once it was tied up even if a little effort was required to roll it initially. It even took up a lot less space so he could store even more in the future.He told me some farmers tried stuffing it into big bags, but the customer paid twice as much and often got less hay. My method was easier on the farmer’s nose as well. The crew also preferred the bales. Getting hay aboard was often a. I push another one in, then another, each one making mama shriek even louder. She tries to move away from the red hot pins but is fully restrained, helpless. We have no safe-words, no limits, the torture will only end when I am sated. "hurt good mommy, mommy like it?" I ask her."oh baby, mommy hurt good" she gasps "baby hurt mommy titty-witty's so good!". Mama pushes out her chest, wanting more. I grant her wish and begin to stick the hot pins into her other tit, her flesh slightly hissing as.