It’s just Caroline ... my little sister.All righty then, it’s time. I get out of the car and nervously walk up to the front door, where I knock, a...ain very anxious.The door opens and it’s my Mom, with a cute look on her face, asking me, “Yes, can I help you?”Caroline must’ve told her about our date and Mom is playing it for all its worth.“I’m here to pick up Caroline O’Hara, for our date.”“And you are?” She loves this.“My name is Richard O’Hara, ma’am. You might know my parents?”Mom giggled and. He was silent, but his eyes were rapidly opening and closing. When they were opened, you could see them rolling in their sockets. I laughed when his friend said, “This is hot man, I can't believe it’s happening.” I should have warned them that my wife needed to suck at least one cock every couple of hours or so, but this was too much fun. Shaking my head, I thought to myself, I just couldn’t take her anywhere. The guy just stood there, knees weak, holding on to the rack for support. Then he. Wo boli ki sarri me hi acchha lagta isiliye aur bataiye hu hamari yaad kaise aayi hum khae ki bhabhi aapki yaad to hamesha aati h abhi to ghar pe koi nhi h to jab bhi khali hote h to aap iko yaad krte h wo boli acchha achha aapp apne masaka apne paass hi rakhiye.Hum puche bahbhi khali kyon bhabithi h tv dhekh lijye to wo boli ki tv kharab h hum kahe …Are gajab h aap to chaliye mre ghar pe dhekh lijiye wo thoda soch ke boli chaliye.Phir apne ghar aane ke baar hum log tv kam dhekh reh the aur. Our rongues entwined as my hands run along her sensual curves. Outlining her breasts with the back of my hand as she mimics the movements before squeezing my nipples, insitictively I let out a gently groan.My hands slowly brush over her stomach, finding her thong that is still damp from the night before. My fingers glide over the satin covering her pussy rubbing gently at first steadily increasing the pressure as I feel her wetness sprea through the material. Jane is holding my cock firmly.