My father had an Ambassador car (which had a hand gear and fused seats in front), which was a rare stuff those days, and I was one of the few guys who...had a driving license at that time in our class.One day when I was in coming back from the city I spotted Harpreet (name changed) waiting for a bus to go back to hostel. I stopped and asked whether she required a lift, to which she readily agreed as it was 6pm and getting dark. We talked for some time about college classes and all and were soon. "She started it," I argued weakly."And you think that's the appropriate way to end it? With your aunt?"Aunt Marie tried to come to my rescue. "It's a boob day, Sissy. No big deal. You said so yourself."Mom was caught. "Alright. I get it. Playin' around. But think, Jeremy. What if your father walked up when you were doing that? What then?" He'd have to wait his turn," I quipped. Sometimes my mouth moved faster than my brain.Mom stared at me, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of. Aur niche se upar tak chumne laga.Maine use apne lund chusne ko bola .Phle to usne mana kiya to chocolate ko apne lund pe laga k use chusne ko bola.Ab wo maje se chusne lagi.Mujhe maja aa raha tha.Wo is kadar chus rahi thi ki mai uske muh me hi jhar gaya aur wo pura pi gayi.Maine uski panti utar di.Uski chikni chut ko dekhkr mai pagal ho gaya aur uske chut pe muh laga diya aur jibh ko andar daal diya aur chut chatne laga.Wo tarapne lagi.Fir uske chut k dano ko dabaya to wo tarap uthi.Wo ek baar. She got off on giving me pain. Then, without coaxing, she forced her bald pussy up over my face and tired to suffocate the life out of me. Between the restrains and the lack of air, Buddy had to force her off my face and instructed her to just gently place her snatch within tongue distance and then to rub her crouch up and down over my nose, but not so hard as to break it. We had a wild one on your hands. She wanted a "stiff one" not a dead one. Sarah rubbed her tasty gash up and down my nose.