Amar ghr ate hi phn ko set kr deta hai table pe fir maa ko kiss krke nighty utar deta hai mom as usual hot lag rhi thi.Ab woh bas panty main rehti hai....Fir amar usey bed pe girata hai n boob pe toot prta hai n chusta hai maa bhot roti phir amar ek jor ka chata marta hai.Wo fir maa ko pura chatta hai n chaddi faad deta hai choot ekdum safacgat saafWo chut sungta hain n jeeb se touch krta hai.Maa ko gussa a jata hain n ek muh main laat marta hain.Amar ko gussa a jata hain wo uthke kpre se haath. We went to church to attend the mass and we never missed a mass in my youth. So we lead a pious life and even though we weren’t rich we were able to get by in our modest life in the village.A few months after my fifth birthday I remember that a gas leak accident in the monastery lead to the tragic death of our elderly bishop in the village. I still remember that dad and mom were very upset as was the whole village. The priest that came after the late bishop needed a place to live for a few. However I’m so randy foreplay is defiantly not necessary. His ‘snake’ is already slick with my juices. His pubic hair is matted and as wet as when we were in the shower. I know I must calm David or he’s just going to blow. So taking his hands off of my boobs I pin them to the head board while taking a sexy kiss. Once I have his attention I release his hands, which immediately returns to my boobs; MEN. He can play with them all he likes but I’m having his ‘snake’ before he blows his second load.. I would lather it up and gently lift and wash his balls and stroke his cock with my soapy hands- careful not to make him cum-then I would take the hand shower and rinse his cock and balls, get him his robe, and he would lean over me while in the tub and bace himself on sink while I dried his foot ( his cock pressed against my face as I did this) , then he would step out,raise his other foot and I would dry that(again he would purposely press his dick against my face and have a cocky smirk on.