Her pussy was totally wet with her cum juices. Meghana untied my blindfold and hugged me from behind pushing her leaking breasts. I lifted my head and...noticed a very large breasted, dark haired beauty. I was told that she was Sumithra Goankar, a lactating mother, and the elder sister of Meghana Goankar. She was 33, mother of three c***dren, the youngest five months old. Meghana had told her before my arrival where she met me and my “lactating mother fixation” and my fantasy. Sumithra was. Ab mai unhe nungha dekhne ka plan karne laga.Magar kismat maano mera saath diye jaa raha tha.Humare ghar me 2 bathroom hai.dono bathroom agal bagal hai.Humare 1 bathroom me uppar ventilator hai,jisse agla bathroom saaf najar aata tha. Maa aaj Red sari pehni hui thi,bilkul actress lag rahi thi (fullsexy).aaj mai plan kar chuka tha ki maa ko nungha dekhunga.Maa kuch kapre lekar bathroom chale gayi.Mai bhi thori der baad ek stool leke doosre bathroom me chala gaya aur door lock kar diya.Mujhe meri. We don’t want to have to stitch you up just yet,” said the man with the scissors as he started cutting her jeans off of her. The scissors must have been very sharp because it went through them easily from the waist down to her ankle. She started sobbing again and, again, she heard laughter. It came from behind her, from the man who was holding her chair still, so that her kidnapper could cut her clothes off. But also from someone else farther back, she tried to twist around to see the other man. I couldn’t quite shake the feeling of laziness settled in my every limb. Most mornings I go for a run, but it’s just too damn hot to consider that today….besides, I was already showered. Why on earth would I subject myself to sweating myself back to a melted mess? A little ashamed, but hot enough to ignore the nagging feeling I should do something productive, I headed back to bed with the idea of reading a book and seeing if any motivation strikes me to do anything (yeah, right, Aly…). Towel.