Main kabhi press karta or kabhi nipple ko ragarta . Kuch dayr baad mujhai aik bohat ajeeb se feelings hue . Mera lund maa ki thighs se bahir aage ko n...kla hua tha .Mujhai mira lund ka motta cap per kuch fingers chalti hue feel hue jo mera lund ka motte cap ko kabhi halka sa dabati to kabhi cap per paairte . Udhar mera lund or hard ho jata . Phir mujhai feel hua jasay maa ne apni thighs ki grip loose ki or apni fingers se mera lund ko oper ko kiya jes se feel hua maa ne lund ko apni choot ka. It took some convincing, but Fred managed to get Sharon out of the building and into the car.That left him with a different problem - they were in Sharon's car, in an unfamiliar part of town, and she was in no shape to drive. Fred even had to fasten the passenger seat belt, reaching across her partly-unbuttoned blouse to get the buckle. She smelled of beer, barbecue and perfume, and wriggled against him as he tightened the belt. She was coherent enough to give him directions back to the hotel. A few days later, to my surprise, I received a reply from another poster with some tips. We emailed a few times, swapping ideas, and found out that we lived only a few hours apart. I sent him some pictures of my wife, and he thought she was really hot (“in a cute way”) and would love to get in on the action, if there was any. I decided to meet him, and if he was cool in person, see if we could put a plan in motion. He and I hooked up at a mall about halfway between his place and mine. His name. Straining, he could hear what sounded like soft moans. And then silence. "This way," his stepmother said after a moment in a voice he could barely hear. But he could hear their footsteps as they moved through the house. It was with more than a little surprise that he realized where the footsteps were heading -- the master bedroom."No way!" Adam gasped. "No fucking way!"But even as he spoke, he was headed back to his bedroom. In less than a minute he'd finished dressing and grabbed his digital.