. . . . . Nenu melliga daani pooku lo ponds powder dabba teesesa ala daani pooko motham loose aipoyindi annaya daani gudda lo yaak thu ani unchi mella...a pettadaniki try chesadu chala tight ga undi aa aaaa hhhhhhhh ani sound chesindi krish annaya melliga em kaadu urko annadu appudu annaya naa side chusi krish ni coool cheyamnnadu nenu melliga krish daggariki vella naa pooku daani mokaniki petta adi edustundi noppi lo ala melliga daani moothi teesi naa pooku lo pettukunna annaya alane chustunnadu. Both of them were crying, and Kate was making a lot of promises about how good she was going to be from then on. I looked away for a minute, noticing my mother struggling with Kate's two big suitcases, plus her own small travel bag. I ran over and took the two heavy suitcases from her. We stood where we were, my mother enjoying watching my father and Kate as they hugged each other again. The last contact that they had was before Kate left, when my father had beaten her with his belt. From that. “I am quite kinky, actually,” she confided. “Keep doing that. Please.”She was breathing in short, staccato bursts as the thrill of my tongue in her arse took over her senses and normal processes like lung function took a back seat.Jess allowed me to lick her arse for a few beautiful minutes before she broke the precious, intimate silence.“Do you like anal?” she ventured.“Yeah,” I murmured. “I’d love to.”“In my bag,” she said. “On the chair.” We had brought everything upstairs with us: clothes,. I thought she was going to pull it back up. Instead she tucked what she needed inside the waistband of her shorts to give me a clear shot at her fish taco. I kept up teasing her as I started walking up one side of her hairy bush, over the top, down the other side and then started a return trip just a bit further into her pubes. Only when I had walked my fingers through all her pubes did I walk into her pink pleasure palace. I slowly worked my fingers around her clit as she really began heating.