Tab mujhe maa ke room se kuch sound suna. Mein door ke key hole mein dekha tho meri maa aur meri maa ke bhai dho no nange soye the.mujhe yah dhekh kar...shokh hogaya.meri mama 10saal mein ek hafte ke liye bangalore mein ayya tha.uske sabhi family dubai mein hai.uske baato se patha chala mama mere maa ke sath sone keli ye aaya the.uske baad mein sidhe school gaya aur maa ke baare mein sochne laga Ek hafte ke baadmein plaan kiya ki maa se sab poochne ki.fir mere man mein maa kho fucking karne ki. She moaned loudly feeling the ecstasy flow through her as she very slowly started thrusting, but each small thrust felt like a baseball bat was being shoved up my ass, it hurt but all I could think of was wanting her to just ram me, break me open, plow me like I had wanted to plow her. My cock was hard again, slapping along the side of the desk as her thrusts came in quicker intervals, each time she would go deeper and deeper until she was almost all the way inside and each time she slammed in. All the excuses one could make were running through my mind; that they had a 'shit' life already, that French laws were different as to consensual sex and I was more than willing to have them be a part of my life, with Marcia's help. There was an over-riding issue about this. I believed it, slavery to be wrong. We, as a firm, had fought with the French government to put a stop to the sexual exploitation of children. Maybe by definition almost 11 and 14 may not have made them children, but I. They were brand new renovations. Nothing had to be done to them. We would need a homeowner’s association that would include all the buildings that we sold. It would be a nightmare to manage a different association for every building. We’d need a good market analysis. I wanted to price our units just above what would be average for them. I wanted us on the high end of the scale. The craftsmanship of the restoration to original condition was way above the work that most new units had. Nowhere.