Vijay ne bola bhabhi vah kya gadraya badan paya hai Rekha ki to roj leta hu aaj aap hi de do na. Pushpa ne kaha maine kab mana kiya hai aap ka to vais... bhi gadhe ka lund hai mai to dekhte hi deewani ho gai hu. Rekha bhabhi ki to balle balle hai. Itne bade lund ke maje hamesha milte hai.Vijay yeh sunte hi Rekha ko chhod kar Pushpa ke paas aagaya aur mujhse bola aaj tu Rekha ke maje le. Mere bade lund ko kha kha kar iska pet bhar gaya hai aaj tera chhota lund hi sahi. Aaj me Pushpa bhabhi ko maje. I don’t know if this registered with her daughter, as Mandy had adopted a facial expression of intense concentration and her charcoal was already making marks on the paper. I was watching the time and my own work, and whether non-artists believe it or not, I was too busy to think about my beautiful model as an object of sexual desire. I glanced over at Mandy.“It’s time to let your mum relax.”“Can I have another minute, please, Steve?” I looked at Kat who moved her head slightly to. I could see in the mirror who my large breasts were exposed on the sides. Only part not showing was my nipples. There was a soft knock on the door and I called out to tell Charles that I was ready. He came in and I saw that he had changed out of his tight workout pants. He had only some baggy shorts on and nothing else. He asked if it was ok that he did not have a shirt on, since he was going to use oil and did not want oil on the shirt he wore. He did not have another shirt with him. I said it. “Oh, so you came well prepare, mom?” I asked, biting her boobs.“Aaah…” mom moaned and grabbed my hair. “Do you think I haven’t seen you look at me the way you do?”“Yeah, mom. How do I look at you?” I asked, rubbing my finger on her slit, circularly.“Aaahhh…” mom moaned as an answer. “With complete lust. Like you want to eat me.”“Oh, I do want to eat you, mom.” I bit on her lip and began smooching her. I put two of my fingers into mom’s velvety, warm, wet pussy. Mom grabbed on to my shoulders as.