Story :-Meri mummy ka boutique hai jism mummy ka new costumer atta ratha hai ak din ke baat hai mana apni bike nikali apna friend ka ghar jana tha abh... bike start he ke thi ke mummy na muza bulya ke aunty ko ghar ma chod ker aya aunty ke par moud gaya hai aunty sa chala nahi jara ja aunty ko ghar chod ker aya mana kaha theak hai mana aunty ko bike per bathya aunty dekhna ma sunder thi gand or nipple motta tha aunty mara sdath chipke ker bath gaya or speed ma bike chalara that u aunty boli slow. I was thinking to touch her but I didn’t but was instead standing and talking to her. By the time she told that she is feeling uncomfortable with her dress and she will go to her room and change her dress and come. I was sitting in the hall. She came out after changing her dress and seeing her I was amazed. She was just wearing her cotton inner with a very thin strip on her shoulder and a very small trouser. I was just feeling to fuck her. It was clearly visible that she was not wearing. As I was opening the front door, the ladies joined me. The driver got out and opened the back door. A long pair of shapely legs came into view. A hand was extended and the driver took it, assisting the woman from the back seat. As she stood up, she kept going and going. In the end she was taller than the driver. She looked to be almost as tall as me, if not more so.Striking is a word I'd use for her. Her short gray hair was cropped close to her head. She had a minimal amount of makeup, showing. They were chosen, rather than the 50s, because they were smaller and reliable; ammunition was easier to come by and the M-60 could be handled by just about anyone. By the time we were ready to leave, all guns had been loaded and the choppers carried all the ammunition and other item we felt were indispensable.I was driving the cargo van with the lift gate as we left the Air Force base with Mindy as my guard. Ken led us straight to the Maytag store loading dock, where he opened the doors quite.