She told her address and i sent a saree to her address. She received the saree and presented to her mother Saroja.She was 47 years old. One sunday i c...lled her over phone but the phoen was switched off. Then in the afternoon she called me and told me that she went to church. Then i came to know that she is a christian. I am a brahmin you all know.On that day actually i sent Rs.300/- in that saree box for the cost of cake also. They purchased a cake and also they purchased chicken on that day. He sweetly runs His hand down my body and lifts my dress, slipping His finger inside my panties to see how excited He already has made me. He slips his hand out and I can hear Him taste me, His soft moan as He brings his finger to His mouth. The remainder of the car ride is silent, with only the sound of my breathing, the tires on the road and the occasional tick of the turn signal. When the car comes to a stop He steps out and closes His door. It feels like forever before He comes to my side.. He then grabbed my hips and lifted me over the sleeping bag, with my helpless ass sticking straight up in the air and my body bent over at a perfect ass fuck angle. He then buckled the strap that had been threaded through the sleeping bag roll across the back of my waist. O then grabbed my ball sac and forced two pieces of wood around my sac and locked the contraption; the wooden pieces pressed hard against the back of my thighs. O must have gone somewhere to buy a 'humbler'. I then felt O's. Faizel rose from between her thighs, his mouth and chin smeared with her pussy juices. His big cock thrust before him. He crawled up her body, his dick swaying. Her hand grabbed his shaft, guiding it to her dark bush with greedy excitement.Why was Mom fucking Faizel? I was available if my brother needed more satisfaction. I was just downstairs. He could have rammed his dick into my pussy or I could have sucked on him. Or he could even have enjoyed my asshole again.I liked it when he fucked me.