Keep kneading. I’ll stop when you stop,” closing my eyes. l keep on squeezing and squeezing. Slowly taking my hand inside her blouse. I’ll knead...her bare boobs like dough. My mom knows very well that asking chapati is a signal for action and removes her bra purposely.My mom having eyes closed moans and slowly kneads the dough taking a long time. Reaching a high state, I whisper in her ears. “Saro, when will chapati be ready?”“Do you really want chappati?” she replies in a husky voice. Kneading. "Nnnnugh!" she screamed into her gag, shaking her head and still trying to wriggle out of her bonds. "No, no, dear lady. Do not go on like that. Hush. . ." Jennifer felt the maid's hand stroke her long hair gently. "I will not cause you any harm. I just need to clean this room before my work shift is over." Jennifer felt the woman sit on the bed next to her, still caressing her blonde hair. As Katrina sat next to the woman, the perfume of her arousal lingered about her. . Amy Jo gasped, from both the pain and excitement of having her boobs mauled by the strange blonde lesbian! "Ya like that, huh," she asked in rhetorical voice, not expecting an answer, "let's see how you like this," as the blonde lifted her leg, placed it on the edge of the toilet, hiked up her skirt, and bared her thickly haired bush to the young girl! "Okay slut," the blonde ordered, "on your fucking knees and eat it!!!" Amy Jo's cunt was by now a cauldron of hot juices, and the sight of the. Fact is, I would have never thought of them myself. By the time we wound down in their king-sized bed. I barely had the energy to kiss them both goodnight.I awoke sandwiched between two heavenly bodies, wondering how I kept up with them last night. I felt so drained, not to mention sore, in places where I had never experienced pleasure from before. Let's just say I think women skilled in loving women, have a fetish with breasts, and leave it at that. I just wanted to go back to sleep. Then I.