Mai ne usski mom ko bola ki mam aap v audition de do . Per unhone bola ki mujhe thora time cahiye or harleen ko bola ki aap car leke jao mmai aa jauge...auto se . Harleen waha se cali gaye .Mai wapish apne kamre mai aa gaya . Tavi harleen ki maa aa gaye or mujhe se poochi ki kaya rehan sir mai yah ape baith sakti hu . Mai ne kaha haa kayu nahi . Mai ne unse unka naam poocha to unhone apna naam ramneet bataya . Really maa beti don oak jaise the . Ramneet se mai ne poocha ki maam aap ka figure kaya. Our conversation during the journey had been, by my own design, heavily weighted towards her and I had divulged very little about myself thus far. I was, and am, a private person; something which I inherited from my father, it seems. Quite aside from that, I never feel there is very much about myself worth telling, having lived a relatively modest life and with few notable accomplishments to boast of. The tone of her question amused me, for I was sure I could tell that she was hopeful of my. Seeing her red palm print appearing on that ass made me stroke harder as I groaned with pleasure. She put the dildo in her ass and grinded her pussy against it and moaned and I stroked harder.Dimple: Squeeze that juicy cock for me, baby!Me: Let me fuck that ass, you naughty slut!Dimple: Ooh! Slut! God, that turns me on when you’re being mean!She took some cold lube and squirted some on her thick ass. She rubbed it in as she watched me to stroke. She bit her lips and brought her lips to the cam. Coming to the story, about 4 yrs after this incident, on an another vacation during my 12th std. Me n my family had gone to attend my cousins marriage. All of our relatives(moms relation) had got together at our uncle’s huge house for a few days stay a month before the wedding. All of us were in a festive mood with fun laughter etc. I too was enjoying with my cousins n all..then one day, we all children gang decided for an outing. All were getting ready. I too went to our room to get ready. Mom.