Ghar me sabse choti hai toh kam bhi unhe jayada karna padta hai. Gaon me jo meri mummy ke devar hai hai chacha log vo log meri badi chahi se mazak nah... karte hai kyuki badi chachi thode serious nature ki hai lekin meri mummy se bahut hasnte milte hai meri mummy ka nature bahut hasmukh jaisa hai. Haan toh ab mai aapko kuch aise sach ke taraf le chalta hu jo shayad auro ko nahi pata. Maine apne jeevan me meri mummy ko bahut logo ke sath vasna ki aag ko shant karte hue dekha hai mai aap sabko usi. His fingers were soft, tender, caressing, stroking, pressing softly, almost in unison with his hungry mouth suckling my now womanly breasts. I found myself wanting more and more with each touch, each kiss. My hips began to push my pantied crotch against his hand, pressing, moving, in tune to some internal counter that I never thought about. I could imagine the view, a man, laying next to a woman, his hand on her panties and her rubbing herself wantonly against his hand. I can’t imagine how much. And I loved this young man more than I have ever loved anyone. Robert reached up and placed his hand behind my head once again. This time, I did not rebuke him. I allowed him to push my head closer to his cock. I think Robert and I both new I would do what he wanted me to do. He continued to gently guide my head towards his rigid pole. After initially resisting, I slowly relented, and leaned forward until my face was only a few inches from his penis, Robert continuing to guide my head forward.. His eyes covered – other senses heightened – the intensity of the slippery warmth that enveloped him was overwhelming. He felt her hands pressed against his hips, and he moved his palms to her head, wrapping fingers in her silky hair, pulling back and forth. He felt his bulging cock touch the ridges on the roof of her warm mouth and then the smooth back of her throat. He fucked harder, desperately. All of a sudden – pulling away from him – she stopped, kissing the wet tip playfully. His heart.