Unki gand ko jor se chate marte thap thap aawaz ke sath aur jor se masalane laga.Unki gadarayi gand ki dono unchaiyoke beech ki darar mein unglise unk... gand ke ched ko kuredta. Unki chut ko masalata. Ab woh bhi waise hi mere lund ko pakadte mujhe room mein leke gayi aur ab. Maine unki gand ko chate marte. Unki gand ko chatate unki mast chut se rizati kamras ki khusbu mein kho gaya.Ab maine unki gand ko thapthapate. Unke upar jhukakar unki tanch tani huyi bade bade boobs ko panjo mein lekar jor. Several weeks after the incident, school ended and an unknown future stretched out before me. Not the kind of future most k**s would even consider, then again I am not like most k**s. Still mother remains distant and drunk, in fact she had to call in sick many times at work due to hangovers and in my opinion depression as well. I was really growing concerned. I want her sexually, but I still want my mother and I really don't want her to let her life as well as her career fall apart over this.. While playing Canasta we saw on TV that here was a major fire on the other side of town. Since Tim is a fireman he was called to work. At the same time my wife who was a police woman was called to work also. This sadly interrupted our monthly game. Both Tim and Francine left together since the fire station and police station are in the block.As we heard the car leaving. I look at my friend, Connie who I knew her when I was a teenager and she was in grammar school. My 1st paying job (outside . We used to chat late night and in the class also, we used to sit near to each other.One day while chatting, while chatting she asked me if I have a girlfriend and my reply was obviously No. I really had no girlfriend that time.Then the next day, she told that she had bought few dresses and asked me if I would like to see them. I did not think much, so I said yes. So, she shared a few pictures and on seeing them, I got stunned. She was wearing a tube ( the a color I don’t remember) a blue.