Who reply me.its not mine . Dis story of my friend. Jise mai suna raha hu.maire college mai ek bahut sundar mam aai. Her name is anu. She is vry sweet... Aap sab bhi apni mam ke peeche padte honge. Mai(yani mera dost). Bhi mam ke piche pad gaya. Mai usko har samay ghurta rheta tha. Unko class me padhane nahi deta tha. Vo jab ghar jati to mai unke ghar ke saamne khada rheta.vo bilkul buri tarah pareshan ho gai thi. Mam na hi director ko complain kar sakti thi. Kyoki director sir mere papa k bahut. Margaret had not been wooed or romanced before the wedding and she received precious little love after she had the ring on her finger. She knew that the sly officer married her for the express purpose of enhancing his chances of promotion in a wilderness posting where a pretty face would be an asset in any social setting.The Indian tribe that had captured her did not want to lose her because she had made some valuable contributions to the smooth operation of their borderline existence. They. This wasn't the same sort of nursing as I had experienced with Alice. At her breast I had opened my mouth wider to suck right over the nipple area , so that the nipple itself was up against the roof of my mouth. With Yvonne, I sucked hard at the nipple in a way that it is perhaps more overtly sexual, whereas Alice, possibly by having actual experience of breastfeeding, moved my mouth to how she wanted it and gently entreated me to suck harder. Yvonne sighed and cuddled me tighter to her the. I pushed and pulled on the long fake cock for a bit, and then I pulled it out. Renette gave a disappointed groan. I shoved my tongue into her pussy as I turned the double-ended dildo around.I then pushed the sperm-covered end that had just been inside me into Renette's hot, fertile insides and the other end back into my own pussy.I swapped ends one more time before we started to really push back at each other, furious to reach orgasm. We came together, my orgasm heightened by the thought that.