. ab maa k awajeMuje sun rai thi .. maar meri choot achi tra se maar mukesh ….. aj sorhna nai muje … garry ko b bol wo b muje roj choda kare .. me...n sun k harain tha k meri maa mejse b chudna chahti hai .. mukesh ne maa ko jurhe se pakarha hua tha or lund maa ki choot mein dakel rha tha .. phr usne jurha khol diya .. uff maa k lambe baal khul gye .. ab toh maa ko dekh kar mera b lund khda hoRha tha .. maa ghori banni hui thi bade bade mumme niche latak rahe the or lambe silky baal khule the jo. I didn’t follow her to dreamland. I moved away from her so I could look at her clearly. She was lying on her back, one arm resting at an angle over her head, her left leg bent at the knee. I had a full view of her from toes to hair. I couldn’t tell what color her hair was, maybe dark brown or black. We had smeared her makeup in our passion but her face was still painted as Medusa so I could only imagine what she looked like but I could tell she was pretty. She had only a single tattoo, a. I headed down the stairs towards the basement. Without knowing why, I began recalling a trip to Paris, arranged by Madeline. She worked in a hotel where my stay had been spoiled. As compensation, I was offered a free stay in a Paris hotel.When Madeline telephoned me with the arrangements she had said, “Cherie you will be safe in my hands.” I, however, had pictured her hands in compromising positions.Little did I know how intimate those hands could be. My first realization was when Madeline met. After kissing her lips and pressing her boobs and rubbing inside her sari he left her. She headed off to our house. Bijai followed my mother at a distance. My mother on reaching the entrance looked around here and there to make sure no one was watching her. Then she entered inside. Bijai also entered my house. After making sure they had completely gone inside, I moved and crossed the pathway and reached the entrance. I stayed still to hear of any noise but nothing. Just silence. I opened the.