Usne mujhe reproduction padaya jisme penis vegine boobs word aye to hum dono xcited ho gye. Usne bataye male panis vegina me jata hai or egg ko fertil... krta hai…Mai to uske boobs ko ghoorte huye choot k bare me sochta rha.Foreign mein rehne ke karan modern thinking ki thi.Yeh sunte hi maine apna hath uske boobs par rakh diya.Waah kya boobs the.Phir maine uske western kapde utare.Main us din wild ho gaya tha.Maine uski bra ke hook kholkar bra ko muh se kheench kar utar di.Uske boobs suck karne. And the clit was completely shaven,, i was rubbing the pusssy and parallely pressing the boobs………….she is moaning sexily ohhhhhhhhhooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh …………and pressing my body tightly…..after she completely brought out her juices, she went inside and changed the pant and came back.Now she said that it is her turn to do for me..She taken off my shirt and carressed my chest. I was feeling diffently. And i took my tool out and asked her. Tears felt down from my eyes. I failed to be a good mom. That feeling felt like being hit by a hammer in head.I was too worried. I prepared dinner. My son came home. I didn’t say anything just asked him to come for dinner. He asked the usual kiss in forehead. I also gave him. He hold my hips. But now I don’t feel like same mom. I want to get out of the scene. I ran to kitchen and bring dinner.We ate and he went to his room saying he is sleepy. I also don’t want to disturb him. So I don’t ask. "We will not be surrendering. We are fighting for freedom!" The young messenger announced and there was a loud collective exsibilation from her army."Hold your tongue," her deputy shouted and pointed her sword at the throat of the young man. Georgina put her hand up and Ingrid, her respected sidekick, lowered the pointed weapon."We will meet him," Georgina replied calmly and the messenger rode back towards the disorganised band of freedom fighters.Georgina had not met the son of the terrorist.