Who bhi chadd gaya aur mummy ki taango ko thoda upar karke jor jor se chodne laga.ASIF: KYA MAAL MILA HAI SIRJEE, AAP TOH KAMAAL KE HO. APNI MUMMY KO ...AISE USE KARNA HAI KOI TUMSE SEEKHE. RISHI: TUJHE BHI APNI MUMMY KO KARNA CHAHEGA?ASIF: HAAN PAR AB BUDDHI HAI. LEKIN AB BHI KARLUNGA.ASIF: UUUGGHHH…KYA CHOOT HAI …RISHI: CHOD BHAI .. ANDAR HI JHAAD DE.Asif yeh sab baatein bolke aur sunke jor jor ke strokes maar raha tha aur Rishi ka lund bhi asif ki thukai se hil raha tha joh mummy ki gaand ke. I'll be with you in say, ten minutes?"It took Phoebe only eight of those minutes to change into her street clothes, which consisted of a pair of jeans, a simple white blouse and a pull over sweater. Laying out her costume and the slip on ears next to the others, she suddenly wished she had gotten a picture taken of her in the outfit. All in all, it had been a lot of fun, even if she had taken the job in the first place to help cover the loss in rent that Barbara's sudden departure had. “Oh, my god, Mom, that's my butthole. Oh, that feels so naughty.”Her asshole squeezed down on my probing finger. She whimpered and moaned. She shuddered atop me. She ground her pussy against my hungry mouth. My tongue danced over her folds now. She was moving too much now for me to keep nursing on that clit. I caressed her labia. I brushed her hymen. Her silky pubic hair teased my lips.“I love you, Mom!” Siona howled, her bowels clenching hard on my finger.Then her flesh writhed.Sweet juices. Kristy danced to the music and reached for the zipper on the side of her dress. She unzipped it down to her hip then pulled the dress off of her shoulders. She had apparently purchased some lacy lingerie at the shop also. She used her arms to hold the dress up in the front to tease the guys.All of them were completely mesmerized in watching my beautiful wife undress.She let the dress fall and it caught at her hips. Her firm breasts were constrained by a beautiful white bra. She shook her chest.