This year was better, mostly because if she got bored, she could hunt down Cassie. Something just wasn't right. She was going to miss having a fantasy...date with Darren. It was his weekend, but there would be no date. There was no time. Real life sucks sometimes; she frowned, taking another drink of punch."Why the frown, Stephy?" Cassie asked, slipping beside her."I'm missing a fantasy date for this," Stephanie griped, waving her hand around the room. A dozen groups stood talking around the. My lewd thoughts were no longer a sin; it simply became my most sensuous fantasies, my most precious treasure. I derived extreme pleasure in fantasizing about doing every kind of vulgar things with my son, every time driving myself to the most shattering orgasm. All the perceptions were changed and I realized that I desperately wanted to screw my own son.CHAPTER 2I wanted to fuck my son, but I didn’t have any idea, how was I going to fulfill my fantasy. I didn’t have any clue about my son’s. Wo kafi khush thi..Uske kapde utare to wo sex bomb nikli.Uske boob pakke huye aam.Ki tarah the.Gulabi nipple bahut mast thi.Maine pichhe jaker usko pakad liya.Wo sharma rahi thi..Maine uske mast chutad main lund rakh kr shot mara.Lund chutad ki drar ko cheerta hua ander chala gya.Ab uske boob pakad kr dbane lga.Boob bade mast the.Ekdum aam ki tarah.Usne gardan modi to uske gaal pr kiss start kr diya.Ab wo meri pakad mein thi.Uski gaand mein lund,mere hath mein dono boob aur mere hoto mein uske. So he found a quiet street and parked. We both got out and pissed on the road and he asked where I wanted to go. I said "any place people can see me, maybe they will think I'm a rock star or something". I can only imagine what anyone might be thinking if they had seen us. He say's "I meant to bring some videos of the car auctions but mistakingly grabbed some porn instead. It's okay if you don't want to watch them though." We are off and I pop the video in and it's a good straight porn movie and.