They are now stopped a couple steps away from us and pretty much focused on my hand and your naked ass and your thong. "Hell yeah," they answer as th...y stare at your ass, and one of them grabs his crotch-- obviously he's getting hard and has to adjust it. "Go ahead," I urge them, "you can reach over here and touch it if you want." I hear you gasp lightly in dirty anticipation. I move my hand to your hip as one of them takes a step towards you. He looks around nervously again. "I'm telling. I will have a lump in my throat at the vision before me. I will have trouble breathing as I memorize the view. Later, I want to play this scene over and over in my mind. Grasping your ankles and slowly raising my hands upward, passing your calves, to your knees and to lightly scratch the backs, up your thighs, feeling your little quivers of anticipation and the flexing of your muscles, I approach my goal. I want to run my thumbs over the junction of your thighs and your body, around and over. I was trying to make the child sleep within 5 mins she came back wearing an old dress. it’s a black salwar her boobs are trying to come out, her ass are looking huge beyond normal and her belly button are clearly viewed .. at that moment my mind was thinking to secluded her.. but little afraid.I asked her why this much tight dress. She told that it’s an old dress even if it get to spoil it doesn’t matter.. her child was sleeping we started.Sin: today what massage you’re going to doMe: head. Now only cold, ferocious purpose glimmered there. He was no longer an innocent k** in his moms’ eyes; he was a cock-sleeve. Looking up into those small dark pools, he could see the frustration -- an artesian well of frothing, furious need. With a sudden jerk his mother let go of her cock and it danced freely, squirting rope after rope of lust filled seed all over the boy’s supple young thighs and face.His mother, cum still oozing from her now pink head, pushed him back a bit before gripping him.