Mom ke munh mein lund diya. Bahut mast chusti hai bro.Abhi – Acha.Beta – Light on karke nangi dekhi to bahut maza aaya. Bahut sharma rahi thi. Mai...e uske boob pakde aur chut pe hath fera. Bahut sharma rahi thi bro. Bahut gori hai mom. Dekhte hi maza aane laga.Abhi – Fir kya kiya.Beta – Mom ke face ko uper kiya aur bola ki ab kya sharmana. Ab to tu meri rakhel hai. Teri roj chudai hogi. Ye sun kar sharmane lagi. Fir lips chuse.Abhi – Ab to ni sharma rahi.Beta – Sharmati hai to bahut maza aata. I immediately let go; what did I have tocompare this to? What did I have as a man that could possibly compareto what I felt now? The answer was simple: NOTHING. Everything aboutthis body gave me pleasure; a mere soft touch on my enormous hips, aslight caress, brought me just as much pleasure as jacking off my penisever had. I rubbed my thighs, now jiggling uncontrollably as my wholebody shuddered with pleasure, together, giving me easily five times asmuch pleasure as male masturbation ever had.. After about 10 minutes I felt Mistress hands on my ass releasing the harness that was holding the dildo up my ass, and with one motion pulled it out of me, leaving my now well stretched gaping ass feeling empty. Mistress used another syringe of lube to inject a copious amount of lube into me, and then I felt the head of another dildo being pushed into me. The force of the dildo pushing into me was pushing me deeper into the girl, our bodies as close together as they could be, the dildo was. Could this really be happening? It seemed like mere fantasy for so long. There was always an opportunity for anyone to back out at anytime it seemed. With things put in motion so quickly, the safety net seemed gone. He fought a mix of excitement and fear of the unknown. Though they tried unsuccessfully for years to conceive, they never consulted a physician on the matter. They certainly considered visiting a fertility specialist, but time, money, and a fear of bad news always got in the way..