This is my first story and I hope you all like it and give your precious comment that encourage me a lot for further submission and my id is and this...is complete a fictional story between a mom and her son in a rainy night. Now I am going to tell this story in Hindi and I also translated it in English if I got your encouragement through your comments.Hi again my name is Chintu a 24 year guy working in a leading construction company may apni mom key sath kolkata may rahata hu jaha maine kuch hi. That hard body could really pile-drive Jasmin into the bed. Jasmin could go for hours. She loved fucking until her pussy was rubbed raw – that brought out the added dimension of pain that she craved.Hank respected her boundary about no anal sex except for the occasional finger. Aside from that, she didn’t have many boundaries. She was willing to try anything more than once.Hank brought out Jasmin’s inner slut. He liked to keep Jasmin naked in his apartment while he remained fully clothed. That. I thought to myself, “Wow! This will be a date to remember!” “Now sit by me and open your next gift.” Kay handed me another large box, and when I opened it, there was a large round leather paddle. I was about to say something when Kay handed me a card and said, “Don’t say anything until you open the card.” It was a nice commercially made card that said ‘Happy Birthday’ on it inside of a big red heart. Inside, she had hand written, “It has always been a tradition in our family that the birthday. ’ ‘Welcome to the NBA, my friend.’ The dribble of strange Americanisms made Lev’s temples throb. He made a mental note to conduct an Internet search on American slang. ‘You are tiring me, Oleg. I’m curious, but I’m old.’ Oleg straightened in his chair and ran the back of his hand, lovingly, over the files, as if they were pictures of his children. ‘Quite so, Lev. You worked among students interested in technology in New York, early 1950s. Based on our analysis, that was a promising time for a.