‘Yes…you have to”.“I would like to fuck my mother”. He coughed it out…mission accomplished.“Good boy…breathe out and close your eyes�...think of caressing your mother’s naked body…of your penis slowly pushing into her wet, warm vagina” I could feel his cock stiffen immediately.My hand moved back and forth on his shaft and it was only a matter of moments before he would be spraying his cum into open air. I thought of either quickly taking him into my mouth or laying down and spreading my legs and. Me akshar facebook or other online chating se chat karta rehta hun orUshme mere business ke bare me Add post karta rehta hun ush add ke andar me mera cell number bhi likhta hun, jab mere number pe kisi ka call aata hai to me khusi se pagal ho jata hun or ek smile ke sath call uthata hun. par meri kismat bhi mujse majak karleti thi, kyu ki jab bhi call uthata to larke massage karvane ke liy call karte the, or muje phon ko ignore karna padta tha.Ek din me office se ghar ja raha tha, rat ke 9 baj. As I watch her still firm breasts rise and fall with each breath she takes, my mind drifts back to years past.Now the room is light enough that I can see the small heart shaped tuft of hair that has had the spot of honor just above her pussy for over 30 years. Slowly, as the light increases I can see the outline of her pussy clearly, and I wonder how many cocks have had the privilege to part those lips and how many loads of cum have been dumped into its inner darkness. I know that by now the. My name is Jim Mitchell, I'm 36 and work for a consulting engineering firm in the area. I'm not the greatest looking guy; slightly balding but I work out and run so I'm in pretty good shape physically. I was reasonably well paid and had my professional engineers ticket so I had no job security issues.Clare is 34, fairly tall, slim and reasonably attractive, certainly not voluptuous. I thought her picture on the fly leaf of the book dust cover would certainly aid its sale, but I could be.