Ki awaj nikal rahi thi phir bhiaya ne sudha ka ek boobs apne muh me le kar choosane lage aur sudha bhiaya ke lund ko haate se masal rahi thi phir kafi...der coosane ke baad bhiya ne sudha se lund chosane ka agarh kiya to sudha gutano ke bal baith gayi aur bhiaya ke lund par jibh phirane lagi aur phir use muh me le liya bhiaya ka lund sudha ke muh me sahi se nahi a raha tha par phir bhi wo unake tope ko chosane me lagi huwi thi kafi der tak chusane ke baad bhiaya ne use upar uthaya aur phir ek jor. Kate grinned and sat down on the floor with her back on the sofa. I changed lenses and sat down against the other sofa, so we were facing each other, very close. I took a couple more pics of her pouting. It was time to move things on a little. “Why don’t you pull that skirt up a little more?”

“But you’ll be able to see my panties.” There was a note in her voice that suggested that was exactly what she wanted. 
“Oh, you’re wearing some, are you?” I joked. “You want to blow boys’ minds? Let me. Turning, Pru swung her stunner toward the rest of the women, looking for others who might resist. They all drew back, gesturing submission."All of you," Pru shouted, her anger apparent in her voice, "hands on your heads. Troopers, search everyone. Get that pregnant woman under cover and under care." Two female medics ran to gather up the fallen mother-to-be and help her into the nearby tent. The women troopers of her force patted down the entire group, coming up only with a few knives, no other. The room she never wanted anyone to enter. The carpet was soft, the lighting dim. I almost didn't see Mom standing by the window looking out at the lawn. She twitched when I put my hand on her shoulder."Oh, Peter," she said, turning to me with a smile. "I didn't hear you. You gave me quite a fright." No, Mom, not Peter," I said. Peter was my Dad's name. "It's me. Mark. Your son." Mark?" she said, voice wavering. The look of confusion in her eyes almost made me want to weep. Mom was once a good.