.?Daya:- heee maaaaa kya babuji ne dekh liya me meri chuchi o ko daba rahi thi khujla rahi thi.. Sach batana .. Tapu ke papa kya sach me babuji ne dek...aa.. Shi me bhi kitni bhudu hu .. Kuch bhi karti hu kya soch rahe honge babuji… Mere bare meJethalal:- areee daya .. Babuji ne nahi dekha me to sirf ke raha thaa ki babuji bhi ghar me hai dekh lete tumhe ..Tum apne ball ko daba rahi ho aur jor jor se khujla rahi ho…Daya:- haaa to thik hai babuji ne nahi dekh basss ..Jethalal:- achaa o jane do par. When he's done flooding my mouth with cum I stand up and climb onto the couch and stand in front of him, putting one foot up on the back of the couch and shove my dripping pussy into his face. I put one hand behind his head and mimic the movements he did with me, shoving his face into my pussy over and over. I buck and cum over and over as he rolls his tongue over my clit, teasing it and gently nips at it one minute and then jams his tongue deep inside of me the next minute. Then he begins to. The vision was enough to send her over the edge immediately for a third even bigger orgasm and with another, yet louder scream. Her back arched, thrusting her breasts skywards, she dropped her head to the floor and bent her neck back so she was looking up along the roof.Her imagined vision of the guy from earlier kept the strength of her orgasm at an incredibly high plateau for what seemed to be a long time until the intensity of it peaked and her orgasm actually seemed to have a climax within. Did you know that even after all this time I’m still an undischarged bankrupt? Still shunned by the music industry, although I’ve written over 200 unpublished songs? I still play, of course, it is in my blood, but just bass guitar for a local dance band in pubs and village halls, accompanying my lovely wife Becky’s fairly average but spirited vocals.Becky didn’t know why I baulked every time at her insistence in singing “your” song, huh! Your bloody song! For many years I couldn’t tell her the.