Er por ora pasa pasi sue porloo aar Shibu Mar gud ghata suru korloo aar Ma Shibur bara ta muthote bhare khub jare jare nadano suru kore dilooo. Kichhu...khanei Shibuer bara ta abr khada haye porloo. Mao or chokhe kame bhara chokh rekhe bollo, shunchish? Amar gud ta abar sur sur korchhe ufff tor bara ta to toiry.ebar kor na,de na, please.Bujhlam Ma abar or mota lamba bara ta gude nebar janye ready haye gechhe.Shibu eibaar Mar payer majhkhane ese hatugere base porlo aar Mar pa duto nijer komore. Of course as I thought I had so regularly pictured myself across Beccy’s lap when in bed, and had often masturbated thinking of her spanking me, and here she was threatening me with exactly that. I suddenly remembered the reason for starting the conversation and said firmly, “What about me stamping my foot, you can’t spank me for that as I didn’t know then.” Laura glared at me and said sternly, “What part of no arguing and no back chat didn’t you understand young lady?” I suppose I understood.. She stroked my hard cock in her hand and introduced herself. What a great way to say hello.I could have let her stroke my cock all night. I wanted to tell her to get on her knees. But being a gentleman. I asked for her coat and offered her a seat on the couch. My laptop was open on the coffee table with a POV video playing. I was standing to the side opening the bottle of wine. My house coat was wide open. She was making a noticeable effort not to stare and it was making me harder every time. Mrs. A had a particular fetish she was itching to scratch, and when she discovered my mother, she determined that I met the criteria to help scratch that itch. I wasn’t the only one who met the criteria, but I did happen to be the one who successfully scratched the itch.Mrs. A had six c***dren at the time of our copulation, all about 2 years apart. She had been wanting another one for a while, but that was where the fetish kicked in. Not only did she look for specific traits in the genetics.