The sounds of fucking were clear--the slapping of his hips against her ass, his balls slapping forward, her cries as she climbed higher and closer to ...er peak. Gary came first--his guttural cries very familiar--and then she came, with very loud, high-pitched cries that made me wonder if she needed medical help. And then they collapsed on the bed. It was quiet for a while--quite a while--so long, in fact, that I figured they'd both fallen asleep. That was Gary's norm. He used to say he fucked. Mujhe raha nhi gaya to mai unke bich aakar mummy ko bachane laga.Mai= papa kya ho gaya hai apko kyun maar rhe hai mummy ko.Papa mujhe bhi bahut gusse me dekhe.Papa mujhe bhi marne lage.Papa= teri itani himat apne baap se jaban ladayega hann. Mummy mujhe bachane lagi.Mai= pagal kar degi bo aunty apko or iss ghar ko. Meri baat sun kar papa or mummy chonk gaye. Papa mujhe or marne lage . Thodi der bad papa chale gaye. Mummy mujhe chup karane lagi.Mummy=beta kon aunty?Mai sharam se mummy ko gale. There was only one thing that could make her night any better. She was proud of herself, so she decided to treat herself to that one thing. Her hands clasped the towel where it was knotted together at her breasts and she pulled the fabric apart. The ends of the towel separated and revealed her naked chest to the cool room air. Her nipples perked at the sensation.She was so horny, she wanted to slide her hands down to the pleasure center between her legs, but part of her wanted to enjoy her. I was to do for you, what Jake's mother, did for him, but I didn't have the courage. Not until I was faced with coping on my own, after your father died. Besides needing comfort, I knew, that I had to start immediately, on what I had neglected, over the years. That's why I took you to bed, the night after Jake's funeral. I had taken the four days, between his death, and that night, to come to this decision. One I thought I had made, years before. 'Better late, than never', sounds too flippant,.