He leapt to his feet coughing."Mom!" He refilled the dipper from the pail and doused his mother. The water soaked her threadbare print cotton dress, m...king it translucent. He could see her dark nipples, hardened by the cold water, pressing against the dress. For a moment, the eroticism of seeing his mother's tits transfixed him."You little dickens! You can't do that to your mother!"Allie took advantage of his hesitation to pick up the pail and throw the rest of the cold water on her son.. Usne andar bahar karna shuru kardiyaa phir dhire dhire chodne laga kareeban 5 minute tak aise hi chodne ke baad usne aur ek dhakka lagaya iss baar uska puraa lund didi ke chut andar chala gaya.ab didi sisak rahi thi aur Bhima ne unke dono taango ko apne kamar ke upar uthaa liya didi ne roka nahin balki apne taango se uske kamar ko jakad liya aur woh zor zor Sedhakka lagane laga didi ab sisak rahi thi unki munh se hhhmm aaahhhuuuuhh karke dhimi dhimi awaz aane lagi thi bhima ne apna raftaar. .. there.” Pausing his words as she tried to shove her tongue as far down his throat as the chicken strips he had earlier. Clothes fly and the sounds of wanton desire fill the room. She set the tone for the evening with the very next thing from her panting mouth, “I want you to spank me, choke me, hurt me, use me like the slut I am.”Smiling she said, “Alexia, play the ‘fuck her’ list.” Immediately, a playlist started with ‘Feel Like Making Love’ by Bad Company and she laughed, “I knew you would. The crowd is constantly shifting; a single organism trying tomake itself comfortable on the concrete floor of the arena. Theair is thick with the smells of beer, wine, and smoke (cigars,cigarettes, pipe tobacco, and hash). Voices of the hawkers canbe made out above the noise of the crowd advertising (in Germanand English) their wine, beer, posters, and T-shirts. Cannedmusic is piped in over speakers in the rafters. The roadies are playing games with the crowd while doing thesound system.