Iss ki stories ne mujhe mom ke bare me sochne pe majboor kar diya aur me mom ko chodane ke bare me sochne laga.Friends yaha se asli story suru hoti he...meri mom ek open minded aurat thi aur hum sab bate share karte the.Me mere friends ki girlfriend ke bare me bhi mom ko batata tha tab mom mujhe bolti thi ki,”Teri koi gf nahi he kya?”Aur me “Nahi” kehta tha.Tab mom kehte thi “Aj kal to sab ki gf hoti he tu bhi pata le koi”.Me sirf itna hi kehta ki “Abhi to koi pasand nahi he,pasand aayi to. “Not now Brian, traffic is heavy and is coming to a stop” Sara whispered with a smile. Brian continued, “reach down and rub the inside of your legs”. Sara obeyed. Traffic had come to a complete halt and Sara shoved the car in Park. “Now slide your fingers through your bush”. Sara obliged, and felt herself getting wet. Oblivious to everything around her, she vigorously fingered her wet cunt as Brian coached excitedly in her ear. Traffic hadn’t budged. Sara fingered her hairy blonde bush harder.. Her gasping gash gave up its liquid gold again, as my swollen pecker entered her love domain. This woman was one of the horniest women I have ever fucked. My balls were beating time upon her shuddering ass cheeks, in unison with the beat of the music. "OH, GO-OO-OOD GAWD, FUCK ME HARD AND DEEP!!!", she exclaimed as her hands clenched the bedspread beneath us. "OH, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK THAT STEAMY SNATCH!!!", she gasped loudly, as she propelled another torrent of joy juice from her tumultuous twat.. “You play hockey here? There’s a rink?”At first I was confused, but then realized she was thinking of the ice game, not the field game. St. Mary’s almost always triumphs in hockey because we field the best girls, no matter their background. Our goalie was a sweeper’s daughter and had top marks in chemistry. Only the rudest girls were speaking about her family and the rest of us showered her with affection. She went on to Germany on full scholarship.“So it’s sort of like soccer, right?” she.