Boudi amake jore kore tene shuiye dilo. Tarpor amar opore uthe komorer du dike haatu te vor diye baa hatey gud ta chire dhore barar mundita guder ched...i rekhe shojore ek thaap martei puro barata guder moddhe dhuke gelo. Uufff boudir gud ta Tui er gud theke besh tight. Tai boudir gudey bara dhukiye besh aram pelam. Aar tachara boudi besh kaida kore komorta ghuriye ghuriye jore jore koshe thaap marchilo bole besh aram pacchilam. Ami haat bariye boudir mai er bota duto shokto kore dhore tipte. " she giggled as she ran her finger along the tiny trim of lace in the leg of a lavender full panty that was silky and soft from many washings. She nudged my arm. "I'm sorry; I shouldn't tease you like that, should I?" I'm getting used to it, mom."She was wearing tight blue jeans that morning and I remember thinking that even in jeans she could be my fantasy woman. The jeans were always new looking and looked as if tailored perfectly to her curves. The front buttoned at the top of that nice. After her first blowjob with Rob, Maureen couldn't get enough cum. She had blown almost everyone on the basketball team, including one of the coaches. She had picked up a couple of garbage truck drivers at the local truck stop. She even sucked off three construction workers at the same time. Of course, Rob had gotten lucky again on more than one occasion. Maureen made it a constant habit to go to every party she could. There was always lot's of guys willing to give Maureen her dose of cum for. Main uska lund bhi choosne lagi. Toh shayad dadaji se bola, “Ye toh sach mein aaj tak ki sabse zabardast maal hai. Isne toh lund choos kar ke hi parichay de diya. Baaki toh aaram se khade hoke de deti thi.”Ye sunkar maine oopar uski taraf dekha. Aur apna muh dheere dheere uske lund se hataana shuru kar diya. Itne mein dadaji ki aawaz aayi, “Beti, kaam beech mein nahin chhodte. Chalo dhangg se chooso. Abhi do aur baaki hain tera parichay sunne ke liye.”Toh maine dadaji ki baat sunte hue uss.