Petticoat aur blouse ko bhi waps pehnaya mummy ko bhaiya ne hi.Aur ye sab pehnaate hue woh unki nangi peeth jaangh in sab ko chumte ja rahe the. Jab m...mmy apni saree ko pehen rahi thi Sourav bhaiya bas maa ko dekhe hi ja rahe the pyar se.Jaise koi pyaar ka bhookha sher apni sherni ko apne husn ke jalwa bikherte hue shaanti se dekh raha ho. Mummy saree pehn ke tyaar hui. Ghar jaane se pehle main darwaje ke paas mummy bhaiya ko bye bol rahi thi.Tab bhaiya ne maa ko kamar se kass ke pakada aur. His shoulders shifted. “Society doesn't know what is best for my daughter, my wife knows.”“That's right,” I told him. “Punishing your daughter is right. Fucking your daughter to keep her being a good girl is right. Repeat.”I wanted to make sure he understood. The serpentine-like reflection of light from the flaw in the amulet danced across his face. It splashed across his features as he said the words again and again. I smiled as he understood. My pussy grew wetter and wetter.I covered the. “Come over here and lick me,” she said. I knelt between her legs and started to lick her wet cunt, she had a slightly musky smell. “I’ve been thinking about this all day, my thong was soaking wet by 11, so wet I had to go into the toilet and finger fuck myself.” she said. “One of my colleagues came in while I was doing it and I had to stop myself from calling out while she was there, in case she realised what I was doing, then I had to take off my underwear as it was so wet.” I was licking. It was larger than most, and was full of strawberry kool-ade. She sat them down on the desk and leaned over and kissed him like he was long, lost kinfolk. Her breast, bare as the rest of her, was right at the tip of his nose, so he held it lightly, and kissed it, then sucked on the nipple. She ALWAYS giggled like a school girl when he did that. She admitted that it always made her HOT, too. He would finish eating his lunch, and eat HER for dessert. She would want HIM to lay on the desk, and SHE.