Wo ekdum hot or sexy thi. usene tight Sleeveless t-shirt and blue jeans pahni thi. T-shirt me se uski bra ki strip bhar aai thi. Uski t-shirt etni tra...sparent thi ki Puri black bra dikha rahi thi aur t-shirt ke cleavage se bade boobs dikha rahe the. Uska boobs size 34 ka hoga. Gora rag, silm body, badi sexy lag rahi thi. Usko dekh Ke mera Iund khada ho gaya. Usne aakar hat milaya who kafi smooth aur soft tha. Fir hum ek restaurant gay. Bhut sari bate hui. Par bar- bar meri najar uske boobs per. " Good idea," I said as I pulled off my top.I can tell you that I've spent many hours before a mirror looking at my breasts. In the last two years, they've grown nicely and I fill a B-cup right up. I'm fifteen-years old and they're perfect. Not small, not real big. No sag, none. They just point straight out and up a little. They're pointy with pink nipples that are very sensitive surrounded by puffy wide circles. I couldn't have any prettier boobs. They're perfect and my brother was the first. Mum was kissing me wetly savouring her own juices as I held her panties to one side and she lowered herself down onto me,"Oh God Micky" she breathed, "You're fucking me darling, you're fucking your dirty, cock slut of a mother"I kicked myself free of my trousers and carried her writhing and squirming through to the bedroom where we fell on the bed together, I felt her hands on my bottom, pulling at me, then the hands turned into nails and I knew she was leaving long, deep furrows in my flesh.I. She holds still as I push the fabric over her ass cheeks to let it fall.I can feel her tights haven’t been pulled back up since I interrupted her fingering session so I break the kiss to lean back and check. The sight of the tights and panties pulled down slightly, the tuft of dark matted pubic hair on display makes my own neatly trimmed pussy drip.I look at her and softly whisper, "Kneel.”Wordlessly, she complies. Lowering herself down, resting her ass on the backs of her calves as she looks.