As you juices flow even more, I lap them up like a hungry puppy. I breathe my warm breath upon your sex and lick your clitty around and around, then p...ess my tongue down hard upon it. I feel your pussy as it contracts and loosens, wanting me inside me so badly. When you are easily accepting my two fingers, I roll my hand over so my fingers are now pointed up towards your tummy. My small finger gently begins rubbing your anus, as the other two fingers find your G-spot. Sliding the two fingers in. Sardar bola, “E chhori, jyada nakhro maat kar, warna yahi mar ke gaad denge, kisi ko pata bhi nahi chalega.” Usne mujhe kass ke pakda tha, aur woh Badri ko bola “Bado khubsurat maal layo hai, kate no hai?”Badri bola “Hukum, ye chhori Gujarat se hai, ghumne aai thi yaha ke jungle mein.” Sardar mere samne dekhte hue bola, “Hummm, bado hi haro bharo maal, hai, goro chito, kya umar hai re teri chhori.” Main gidgidate hue boli “Dekho, Badri, please mujhe jane do yaha se, please mujhe chod do.”Sardar. Also when she wants to be cuddled on my lap. Rest of the time, most of the time, she’s very content to vegetate, relax on the converted dinette bed. Laying there, she looks deliciously like a big creme filled blond velour’s donut. Better yet is the reality, she’s a blond downy fuzzed pussy pillow I frequently fill with my own cream. I also take power naps, sitting ensconced, sunk into her deep between her plump labia. Most comfortable recliner I’ve ever sat in. I love the closeness, being near. I looked at her like she was trying to take the last morsel of food from a starving woman, but I relented and padded with her down the hall again, all the while looking back and hearing my mother cry my name in the throes of orgasm.Now she took both my shoulders and looked me square in the face. “I don’t want you to be angry with me,” she said quietly, but earnestly. I blinked. Did she think I was upset about something? “Your mother and I have been together a number of times. Your mother and.