Bharati devi was also adjusting her big ass by turning right and left to accomodate her son’s big dick in her tight asshole. After sometime bharati ...as got sure that she has taken full dick of her son in her big ass. Pradip started pumping his mother hard from her back.bharati devi was moaning -aahhhhhhhhh oomaaaaa goooooo wahtttttt a feeeeeelinnnnnnggggg ,comeeeeee here pradip’s father,see how yourrrr wifeeeeee is fucking byyyyyy yourrrr owwnnnn sonnnnn comee onnnnnn seeeee meeeeeee. By. ..“ he’s cut off by me displayed like this in front of him. Udder embarrassment and I stop immediately as my eyes widen with fear. We both freeze for a split second before I yell. “GET OUT!!! GET OUT!” He covers his eyes with his hands, as if that will undo the damage, and leaves very quickly, slamming the door behind him. OMG. That did not just happen. Please, please, please, please tell me that did not just happen. My cheeks go crimson as I find my closest pair of pants and pull them on.. "She's a child of the Ancients?" I asked."Not directly, no. But her family clan," she traced the symbols onTizzy's right arm. "Was one born on Earth, they sought out andsafeguarded the Matrix Crystals for our computers there. I wish I knewwhere the rest of her family is. They probably have the ones we aremissing from Earth." How many of these did you bring with you, little one?" she asked Tizzy."Two," answered Tizzy."You found all of these here in the last six weeks?" she was asked."No Mistress. Sweat pants? No make-up? Not good company? I heard all those words, and in the end, you still were good with me coming over. Bring some Thai soup and those glass noodles, the rice vermicelli. That was not ordinary. We’ve known each other only two weeks, and out the window goes the need to be at our best, to impress, to primp and preen. Sweat pants. Cramps. Bringing you some Thai. Eating soup together on the futon while watching a documentary. And you burped too, a really good, loud one. Served.