.fir mai unke sath unki gadi me baith kar unke ghar chala gaya.mera lund abhi bhi apne pure ufaan me tha..mann to kar raha tha ke maam ko wahi chod da...lu.lekin woh meri maam thi is liye apne uper control kiye hue tha.jab hum unke ghar pahuche to maine dekha unke ghar pe koi nai tha..unhone mujhe sofe pe baithne ke liye kaha tha and khud ander chali gai..waha se woh change ker ke aayi aur mere liye pani le kar aayi aur mere bagal me baith gai..uske baad me mai pani pe raha tha tabhi maine unka. And then her navel carries little fat so that it will feel good if we massage her from behind. Last her boobs. 36D bra just tries to uplift her boobs.But her boobs always try to come out of it. While she is sleeping I lie next to her and place my hands on her boobs and gently press it. It feels so good in my hand like a water balloon.Coming back to the story. Since my father is not with us it will be an advantage for Ajay to seduce my mom. I thought my mom being sanskari will refuse to fuck. Putting on his deep official voice, he said, “Good Morning, May I be of assistance?” She answered softly, “Hi baby.” He was a little surprised because neither of them generally spoke to the other during work hours with what might be called, “love talk.” “Hello, my love,” he answered sweetly, “How are you?” Without answering his question she asked, “Do you have plans for lunch today?” “I haven’t made any yet. Were you thinking of joining me?” he asked. “I’m thinking of going home for lunch,” she. A fucking shroud?? What was this, the sixteenth century? Who wears a shroud to a wedding? And why was no-one getting up to use her? Why was she allowed to walk towards the altar completely unspoiled? It wasn't respect for the sanctity of marriage -- there was fucking going on in the audience and the minister himself had only just finished ejaculating on one of the bridesmaids -- so could it be respect for the bride? But that usually didn't stop anyone, either. Heck, I myself had been one of the.