Dad left as usual, however. He never let rain stop him. If he couldn't work outside, he could always find things to do on the interiors of the homes t...at they were building. This morning I felt ready--too damned ready. I knew that if I touched my Mom's tits or ass, my cock would explode like a bomb. So I jacked off, spitting out my load in record time. Now I figured that I would be able to hold out long enough to give Mom a good fuck and, hopefully, bring her off before I hit my peak. After. .aaj pata chalega tujhe ye us bosdike anurag se bhi jyada maja de sakta hai….tab tak me bhi rang me aa gayi thi…maine kaha,,,kya anurag anurag laga rakha hai,,,,uska naam nahi malum….ye kehte kehta mai niche jhuki aur raja ki pant ki zip khol ke uske tane hue lund ko bahar nikal ke apne hotho me liya… Raja bola-aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh,bhosdi ki,aaaaaahhhhh,,mujhe us ka naam malum nahi karna,aaaaaaaaahhhhh,, itna pata hai koi muslim hai,,,,,aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…..Maine kaha tab to tumko. Those were always scheduled first. That was the purpose of this place, after all. This particular Saturday was one of those times, and instead of phyla of exotic plans, or the evolutionary linkages behind some offshoot of a mammal, you had stiff dicks and wet girls.Rick and I parked a block or two away and drifted toward our destination, moving with a steady stream of people. You'd see couples pausing here and there, and we did the same, making the turn to come at a side entrance. There we. I kneaded her ass cheeks with my fingers when she moved her lips to my ear and whispered, “I want this!” I whispered back, “Me too!” Jan raised up and slid herself down my legs. She moved her hands to the crotch of my shorts feeling and stroking the hardness that awaits her inside while she stared at me. She undid the belt and button to my shorts before unzipping them. She reached inside pulling down the waistband of my underwear and pulled my long cock out stroking it as she moved her eyes.