And after all, that was why we were doing this. We were in this room to help my brother. I wanted to help my brother, and I couldn’t do that if I wa... feeling tense.An idea suddenly popped into my head, and I couldn’t shake it: I should masturbate. I should masturbate in front of my brother. I should masturbate while my brother jerks off in front of him. I should masturbate while watching my brother. I should get myself off while watching my brother’s cock.I tried to dismiss the thought - of. "God damn it," you say to yourself, outloud.Your mother stirs. "What was that honey?" She asks.She opens her eyes to find the bulge in your pants right in front of her. She laughs to herself, "Ooh, somebody's got a boner, hahaha," she says, obviously drunk."Let mama see what her baby's packing under there," she says, licking her lips."No, mom, i dont think thats such a good idea, youre drunk."Your mom is trying to unbutton your pants, and despite your effort to stop her, she gets it undone.. The very sly Mr. Weinstein insinuated his fingers under the thong to test the tightness of Misty's tiny pucker hole. It was such a dirty move that she accelerated her enthusiastic slurping of the older gentleman's huge cock in a rhythm directly correlated to the depth of penetration of her sensitive brown eye by his relentless digit. She felt him starting to spurt deep inside her throat just as his finger reached the maximum penetration possible in her 28 year old rectum.Misty knew she was. Khair choot ke liye to krna pdta hai…Raat ko 12.30 bje pooja mere room me aayi usske aate maine usko pakad ke keech liya aur apne baahon me bhar liya…Aur hm dono bed pe gir pade…Maine uske gardan pe kiss kiya woo kara oothi aur mera dheere-2 kahada ho gya ye use b mehsoos ho gya aur wo apne choot ko dhere-2 ragdne lagi pr wahi ladkiyo ke nakhre…..Sammer kuch galat to nahi hoga na…Ya sag galat hai…Main kha kuch nahi karunga sirf tumhara doodh piyunga wo maan gyi….Pooja sirf nighty me thi main.